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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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