Falling down my rabbit hole,
Where it stops you all should know.
Voices screaming in my head,
PAINT THE ROSES RED!
I just can't seem to make our date,
Always and forever running late.
With teacup firmly in hand,
This Hatter is off to Wonderland!
The roses are red,
The jabberwock is dead.
The tea is cold,
While Alice grows old.
Shed no tears as I go home,
Your wonder in my heart whilst I roam.
The point is missed by many who come,
Find yourself and the job is done.
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