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Treasure your holidays in Llandudno, Alice. Skip along the promenade,                           play tag on the beach and when it’s time for bed                                 wave goodnight to the sea as it drinks the sunset. Go boating on the Thames.                             Paddle your fingers.                                       Listen to stories, doze. Chase a talking  white rabbit sporting white  kid gloves.     Take tea with a dormouse,   play croquet with a Queen:      this is not your dream   but makes you smile.   Don’t wish too hard   for womanhood,   it arrives soon enough.   You’ll be feted, photographed,    posed as holy Agnes    and noble Alethea.                      With "dreaming eyes of wonder"  Discover Alice   in your own looking-glass.    And when it’s time to dance     in your bridal gown     cherish the moment.     Two sons will die     fighting for their country.     Remember them     as flames that burn     long after each candle’s     blown.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
Signposts Through Wonderland
Treasure your holidays in Llandudno, Alice. Skip along the promenade,                           play tag on the beach and when it’s time for bed                                 wave goodnight to the sea as it drinks the sunset. Go boating on the Thames.                             Paddle your fingers.                                       Listen to stories, doze. Chase a talking  white rabbit sporting white  kid gloves.     Take tea with a dormouse,   play croquet with a Queen:      this is not your dream   but makes you smile.   Don’t wish too hard   for womanhood,   it arrives soon enough.   You’ll be feted, photographed,    posed as holy Agnes    and noble Alethea.                      With "dreaming eyes of wonder"  Discover Alice   in your own looking-glass.    And when it’s time to dance     in your bridal gown     cherish the moment.     Two sons will die     fighting for their country.     Remember them     as flames that burn     long after each candle’s     blown.
A poem about Alice Liddell(1852-1934),widely believed to have been the inspiration for Lewis Carroll's book Alice's Adventures  In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass. She married the cricketer Reginald Hargreaves and had three sons,Alan,Leopold and Caryl.Alan and Leopold were both killed in action in World War One.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
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