“oh, drear oh, drear oh, drear…..” , said the Motley Grey rabbit, squinting through his pinc nez at the fob dangling from his groin.

“I shall, again, be late — and, not a Plan to Spear…..”

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.                                                  —– from Alice in Bumbleland/Through the Nooking Lass,

…………………………………………………..on nutmeg, and assorted  placebo jellies.

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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo

probably 2007

all rights. Merci.