As music softly plays,
I nod off.
Through the rabbit hole I go,
unwilling to stay awake.
Tea parties and unbirthday cake,
singing flowers and smoking catepillars,
an evil queen who wears a heart
but has none.
"Off with her head!"
This dream has become a nightmare.
Cymbal CRASH!
Back in the world of men,
groggy eyes
longing to drift back off.
I check the time.
Oh dear! I'm Late!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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