Aug 2015
At the mad Hatter's tea party,
I sit far away from the rabble
Of tea *** mice and twitchy hares.
Little me, little Alice, falling
Down the rabbit hole
And not knowing what is me
And what is not.
I sit far away from the rabble
Of tea *** mice and twitchy hares.
Little me, little Alice, falling
Down the rabbit hole
And not knowing what is me
And what is not.
Dear lord, poetry isn't doing its thing today..
