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Dec 2015
In the reality of this place,
within the darkness of my mind
I got a call, from a gal,
to follow a lead.

Her name was Alice,
she was a “Dame”
She said down that rabbit hole,
it would be fine, not insane.

So I followed her
down the hole that night,
then she gave me a funny hat,
but that was cool.
As I, was watch'in her fine ***.

She said to me
that hat you wear
makes you fit right in.
I took her word, strutt'in in style,

Of the cool cat's pipe!

I did partake, ****
that chick was right,
it's quite a place,
to take a ride, most any night.

I'll go again, but not so soon,
since it's a scary ride.
Down a real dark hole.
I don't know if I'll get out again.
What can I say. An adventure ride.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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