Sedately walking the street, not as an anonymous
and lonely soul, no, an exalted being clutching an
illustrated edition of Through the Looking Glass
and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Cherishing my treasure, beatific smile playing on
pursed lips, mentally preparing to partake of the
most satisfying feast of mixed dimensions, the
enchantment of irrefutable logic leading to
Insoluble conundrums and delightfully irrational
ideas, walking in scorching sun accompanied by
Lewis Carroll, and his fresh way of looking at
old things my talisman, my guarantee
The world will appear new to me, life’s sweetness
can never be dulled when regarded through
his wondering eyes!
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