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The White Rabbit Search

The White Rabbit Search Dedicated to Alice... She wanders through life Searching for a white rabbit. Asking every stranger She happens to pass. But no one has seen it- They don't have time to look For white rabbits anymore. She travels on To different countries, Still asking the same question, "Has anyone seen A white rabbit hop by?" No one knows. They don't really care. Then one day she returns home To find a carrot On the other side of the mirror. "Dear me. I can not seem to reach it," She pouts, "My hand can not go through glass." So she tosses her fist As hard as she can, And shatters the mirror to pieces. The carrot disappears, and She now has seven years bad luck. "Still," She sighs, "I'd rather Have bad luck, and find my rabbit, Then no luck at finding my rabbit at all." And her search continues. One night she dreams she saw him hop by As she was walking her children to school. The next night she dreams, He hopped over her grave. And the next night she dreams... He was GOD. No one really knows If she found her white rabbit. But they say she is very happy Living in some burrow on the hill, With three fuzzy children That keep her hopping around the house. 1/15/1984 By Elena Moscatt æ

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