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Feb 2011
A big world
just for me
made of felt
its my hat u see      
no one else can come but me
Inside my hat my tricks lay bare
I talk to voices as i comb my hair
Sometimes i dance
Sometimes i stare
My hat is the one thing thats mine
im locked in a padded cell but its all fine
Although my jacket stops movement in every way
I just laugh and enjoy the day

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The mad hatter
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