My mind is all a glitter
My head all flocked in wool
Reflecting as I sit here
Wish I was better on the pull.
For she was rich as fire pits
And she all soft like down
And she was such a magic witch
And I simple clown.
And she was from the silver screen
A fountain sweet of spells
A groundhog day of might have beens
No story there to tell.
And she was joy like spinning tops
A diamond in the light
And all my head in fleece is flocked
Ensconced in bottled night.
My mind is all a glitter
My head all flocked with wool
They say it is a wise man's art
Naturally, a fool.
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