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Alice Queries My Teeth



'How do you stand yourself?' said Alice.
'Writing such awesome teeth must be biting into the very fillings.'
Explaining my teeth to Alice is magnified by the forests of mirrors in her hair
Oh my word, her hair defies reasonable explanations, (easily )
Sometimes she's much smaller than that head of hair it outgrows her
Deep in thought keeping track of the roots of great oak trees she climbs
Upside down branches while sunshine rains a coat of yellow feathers.
So of course since it's kind enough weather to rain I open my mouth to speech.
'Your poetry has teeth.' quoth Alice. 'How do you stand yourself?




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Written on 2012-12-21 at 01:09

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Lilly Negoi
bravo! *applause*
2012-12-21

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Dear Ghost, Loret.
by Chaucer Whethers