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real Alice

when Alice stuck her head
into a rabbit's hole
she didn't see anything
there was nothing there
but she came with a tale
nevertheless
for the glamor of a talebearer
and her prowess
mixing stolen wit
with mouthful of hard laughs
oh, but Alice is not a crook
she lies and steals for the most noble reasons
to free the pussycats from their prisons
to let the wild things take over the land
to guide bad wolves to all rusty grandmas
she has to tell many a tale
in chasing her secret, most holy grail
of never-having-to-do-anything-ever
and suffer countless wig & hat tryouts
too big too small too big too small
she has to meet talking caterpillars
take commands from hopping rabbits
and there is no ugly mushroom
she wouldn't swallow
for her harebrained crusade
imagined every hour any other way
with or without the queen of hearts
embracing Cheshire cat
whatever makes the play

poor Alice
pretty Alice
plagued by an old ugly demon
of everyday work
of adults


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