A white rabbit,
clothed, carrying a watch, muttering “Time for a new year” runs by Alice.
Instinctively, she
jump up, and run to it.
She is suddenly
fallen.
It is a hall of doors
she is in.
Next, there is a table
and a bottle with label.
“Drink me.”
Now, on Day First of a
New Year, what would you tell Alice?
Seeing is not
necessarily believing.
And don’t believe
everything you read.
WHITE RABBIT
WHITE RABBIT
WHITE RABBIT
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