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Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.

Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker 
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur 
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats 
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.

Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes. 

Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note 
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.

Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems 
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!

For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die! 
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would 
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.

Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail 
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.

As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..

He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.
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