Thunder Puddles damp with static
Blue macaws with crystal eyes
Balloons alight like many stars
Such are the musings of a muse
Paper trails of scissor blades
Lords and ladies among the frogs
Flowers scented like a raging inferno
When the muse is dragged away
Taped constructions rife with mice
Glasses lensed with looking glass
Voices from a world parallel
Padded walls are where he'll stay
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