kindly, near the shores;
as if they were Spanish gold.
these summers pass...
but they remained cheerful on fatal expeditions
replacing your own if you're not circumspect:
Humpty Dumptied off the Wall...?
reading my thoughts as if they were her own.
(but they were not)
before- she- struck- me.
or was it you- or you
Mock Turtle sighed into the Soup
of which he was the finest ingredient:
lugubriously, oh who struck who.
it's whom it's whom someone accused.
when Riddles Began little party favors
no one would want.
oh what have you kept? what has
the shiny pencils handing it all in and my
goodbye forever to Nebuchadnezzar
was wept in a light blue dress, leaving us