And My Plaintive Poet Sir Knight fighting windmills of
ignorance, sadly complained as he expired in a soft
falling rain of endless odes forming lines that ran every-
where as if driven by immeasurable pain - that the
brave soldiers of the fanpage did not read any of his
Limitless odes and poems unless he added a picture
of the fairytale character that inspired the page into
existence; he kindly advised the recalcitrant Alice to
do the same - but this unworthy dame realized that
the excitable fans needed to express the love in their
Hearts for the fairytale princess in any way they could
muster, and since Alice loved words she would send
her gift enclosed within these; and leave tribute made
in the form of endless pictures to the Pure of Heart who
have no lyrical tools to sing of the LOVE that they feel
Every time the Nightingale sings…
[Diary Notes]
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