Handover Your Left Slipper!
I made the mistake of leaving my slippers on the floor
And when I awoke I found one behind my bedroom door
But, there was the other sitting directly in front of you
No doubt its safety was the reason you kept it in your view
I guess it smells like me, well at least the part I walk upon.
But, when you noticed I caught you, you looked away and yawned
I want to know why you love to chew and shred them with your teeth
Do you think you’ll find a piece of me, hiding underneath?
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