alice through the boneyard drifts
between the shadows, the ghosts of ships
whale shapes looming
in the mist
white as a rabbit
black as a hat
alice moves this way and that
no tale told, no story spun
among the hulks
the knave'll run
the knight falls silent
the daylight creeps
and alice in the boneyard sleeps.
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hmm... and that's an intriguing idea -
there is rather a lot of Alice already out there in the world tho methinks...
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phew - that's a relief!
*runs away*
(seriously, thank you my friend xx)
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one i think you'll like :)
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that's great, that's wonderful!
thank you so much!
yours, s.
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