Went to ask of Alice

And hear the things she said.

Whispering of cabbages

And soddered cups to fill my head.

In, amongst, amidst the kin,

she offered to spill of grins,

fellow monks that saturate

the silence to begin.

“Advancement,” she said,

“ can be discussed over tea.”

Alas, I could not hear her

for I was too busy singing,

“… and if you go chasing rabbits,

and you know you’re going to fall…”



What a wonderful addition to find. I was searching for rabbits and found this AMAZING sculpture down the street from the house I grew up in. Funny how things are. “It isn’t who it would be, if it wasn’t who it is.”

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