White Rabbit
I'm a white rabbit too
A muse that's late for tea
Waiting on clocks and stitching styled hats with feathers that take exactly 10/6th my time. It can be quite maddening.
Infact, so much so... I sometimes think it may be easier to just go invisible within a broadened grin.
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