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Call me Daña. I fell down the rabbit hole, which was exciting, about two tea parties ago. I am a careless daydreamer, so says the Duchess. There is always a moral. I love fashion and all things fashionable. The Hatter, who is mad, is one of my best friends. He makes wonderous things. I enjoy baking. The Queen's, of Hearts, tarts cannot hold a candle to mine. I drink coffee all day short and most of the bright night. Tea is also important. I sometimes attend the Hare's tea parties. He is, of course, completely and utterly insane. Who isn't? The animal I love the most is a cat. I simply adore cats. One of my great companions is a Cheshire Cat. He is always happy to see me. Or so I thought for a long time, it turns out he always has a grin on his face. He evaporates sometimes. Smoking happens to be another hobby of mine. The Caterpillar tells a story to me in between puffs of his hookah while I sit and listen with a cup of coffee or tea and a cigarette. I like men. Just ask the Knave of Hearts. The Mock Turtle and Gryphon taught me how to dance and sing. I love art. Cards and the White Queen teach me new things everyday. Well, now I bid you farewell. Drink the Blood of the Jabberwocky and wish for home.
Innocent Child
Rozalynn My Dear. My God Daughter was and is an angel. In the mercy of the hands of seraphims. Her wings are like the gold in the mines. Her smile, the sweet victory of grace. Her heart, capable of loving whomever she meet at only three months old. Kathryn the mother and Dunnie the father. Kathryn I love you. Roz I miss you. I can't wait to see you. July 9th - October 4th 2009 Rozalynn Yesinua Dunivan - Rest in Peace sweetheart.
RECITE!
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict to "begin it"-- In gentler tones Secunda hopes "There will be nonsense in it"-- While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast-- And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time"--"It is next time!" The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out-- And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun. Alice! a childish story take, And with a gentle hand Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers Plucked in a far-off land.
You are old Father William
How Doth the Little Crocodile?
My best friend, my grandmother. Pollie is amazing. She has been the person I have loved the most since I was a child. She's been my best friend throughout my life. She is patient, loving, trustworthy, generous, and absolutely extraordinary. She makes great cupcakes too!
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and LUV ur profile!!! :3
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And I am doing fine. Been really busy later. Owning a guild takes a lot of time out of my, but it's fun.
How are you?
And that will be perfect. So far, no one has even entered that contest this month, so you may be the winner by default. Good luck!