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Cheshire Cat

I'm tired of your riddles
Just tell me how to get out of here
I’d like to be told things straight
Preferably before you disappear

This wonderland is not a place
In which I would want to be
These follies and silly games
Are starting to irritate me

It may just be
That I'm no Alice
But all you’ve done
Is fill me with malice

You live to play with minds
So mine, I shall keep away
I can’t take anymore of your nonsense
You can save it for another day




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