Crashing In Wonderland

by RainbowSlider   Dec 7, 2011


Yo Mad.
Yo Maddie.
Is there some where I could crash for the night?
Chesire has this cathouse called the blinking light.
I should have known.
Chesire has really grown.
I am really in a hurry.
Snow made all blurry.
It is at the end of the runway.
It is right next to far, far away.
Thanks for letting me down easy.
Is the tea making you that queasy?
Just want to leave the mile high club.
Wonderland waits for its missing cub.
I will see you when you get here.
Just glide it on home my dear.

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