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Jul 2011
One tastes tiny,
same one tall.
Falling, but I don't fall.
Everything real is fake.

Where cards rule,
hares drink,
and life is mad.
I take advice from the one who smokes.

Nonsensically roaming
a world of nonlogic.

Which makes an imprint,
big me or small?

This land of wonder,
where all known impossible
is real reality.

And here I am.

I don't know how to get out,
so easy to get in-
maybe a home
that I only visit.
Alice Campbell
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