After all, aren't we all are Mad?

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It's time to play,

This twisted game.



Follow the Rabbit

He will lead your way.



Inside the looking glass,

taking you back into the past.



Where Tweedledee and Tweedledum ,

will laugh and play, and sing their songs.



Then have tea with Madd Hatter ,

you're company will make him glad.



The Caterpillar waits for you,

To tell you of that which you seek,





Smile wide as the cat,

then disappear into the black.



Your curious, is that so bad?

after all, aren't we all are Mad?



Twisted Queen,

hear her howl.



Mind your manners  Alice,

for you must bow.



For if she's angered,

For then I do dread.



The end will be,

"Off with her head!"








My Little poem. That'd I thought  would post in journal.

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