What I Really See
The coachmen knock at the door of doom
Alice opens, says
hello! come in and have some tea.
They sit down
and a ruby-colored rabbit sneezes,
coughs, and chokes.
Alice laughs and yells at him,
then takes a knife and cuts his throat.
he apologizes, bleeding profusely,
and retires.
The coachmen drink their tea in a
grave silence.
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