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Mar 2016
I say fell more like
getting washed down a pipe
Will she survive?

skirts covers her eyes
each step on her ****
sort of retime beat
skirt flots down
in the pink again
with brakes puts out her knees
man I hate these fancy dress *****
and this is nothing like I dreamed it
yet it was
ok if it was, i will see that that there bald man
then there he was
Dear old slappedhead
if you want tea said the white rabbit
turn your cup upside down
but down was then up
and Alice stopped
and sat down on a seat
is this a party she said
the two twins
at the fare end
sang in harmony no
and both asked at the very same time
why are you here?
at that the tigger opposite said
here, here
**** Alice exploited
her dreams
and replied
sort of fell.

Sprinkle gold dust into eyes
there the magic goes on
to feel this way
I give you Alice with a very sore ****
if conflict
we can not leave her here alone.

The Tigger put a revolver at his head
pulled the tigger twice
Klick Klick the revolver said
the tigger slapped gun on the table
and said when?
when, when, will man know?

Alice blinked once or twice
and said
know what
it was at that the pig piped up
well at least it not me this time
and flopped back into a muddy puddle there.

There is an electric kind of teapot there
try to sell back to the electrical people there
whom will have none of it
think this is not real eletricals
Alice still had a sore **** all the same
and disregarded all this
At that
polly pipped up
polly was the cook
and asked what can I slop up
What day is it? Alice asked, smart girl
Monday
then Alice said soup
polly looked at her
the sort of look
that in init's own way could ****
at that Alice's hair curled
but all the time knew
her underwear was white than white
and she bathed in breeze
but polly would not have it bang her spoon down
and when that spoon hit
it could take anywhere
so put your rose tinted specs.
If you would like more you must write me and say,
if I get more, in the future, come back to this.    P@ul.  ***.
Paul Hardwick
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