He turned to me
With his creeping grin
Saying
Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again
So you may be strange
but we are all mad here
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
He turned to me
With his creeping grin
Saying
Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again
So you may be strange
but we are all mad here
Inspired by aiw
Request permission to use this poem