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Through the looking glass
And down the rabbit hole
Past the door of brass
A life which Alice stole
It was not a land of wonder
Which she had ventured upon
But one of death and slaughter
Where only the strongest won
In this world of smiling cats
She was an unwelcome stranger
Poor little Alice did not know
That she was in such danger
First a mad tea party
With the hatter and the hare
Then she painted the roses red
A crime which the Queen could not bare
Now poor little Alice
She lies dead and still
If only she had known:
Real eyes must realize real lies
 nicoleiguess · Tue Mar 01, 2011 @ 02:19am · 2 Comments |
