a dream country where you go around
asking too many questions of creatures who
resemble no one from your former life
could only end unfairly
in a dream-execution
but you saw through them
they're a pack of cards
even the Queen
you said, or meant to say
the words muffled into the soft
river grass
so brave in your blue frock
because you already knew
the story must end uniquely
in your world
especially when it begins like
every other
once-upon-a-time...
mary angela douglas february 2008
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