Thursday, June 25, 2015

6816. MAD HATTER

MAD HATTER
They have come for the man in the tophat now :
he was always too tall for their taste. Lincolnesque,
perhaps, with that tough, granite face. People would
see him in a bakery or a store and just stare.
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There was always confusion : the light-wand of the
late night sensations, why they've all come and gone. 
They are left for nothing now, with only traces behind 
of what they may once have been.
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I've dug a hole for myself, and now one for you.
Let's jump in!

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