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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2003 Nov 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.25.23.51.8271]] |
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Some days it feels as if my all Has fallen down the rabbit hole Always chasing- late... Late for a very important date Then I see you across the table A comfort in this foreign fable Smiling with tea cup in hand In a world I'll never understand And like Alice, I begin to grow My heart pressing against my ribs just so That I wonder if it might burst As you quench my every thirst |