“The Wabbit”


Transfixed, befuddled and bemused
since there’s no sense to life or rhyme.

I cannot wait as there’s no time for time.
My hour has set me on the run;
my pocket watch is nonsense and a crime:
repeats its days, still confused.

Tenniel White Rabbit

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