My Own Little Place
In my own little place
I live all alone.
It's not much to some,
but I proudly call it home.
My fluffy pillows on
my big unmade bed,
When I must get rest,
That's where I go to lay my head.
My dresser where
I keep my clothes,
which is anywhere but
where they should go.
There are two different cups
they do not match my two plates.
Just like me, they are misfits
and have no mates.
I love my little world;
my quirky odd space.
Happy am I
in my own little place.
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