Through the look of reflection

Through the look of reflection

A Poem by andrew mitchell

At the Mad Hatter’s Ball
there was no time
for Alice in wonderland,
it was Christmas,
and Lewis was singing
Carrolls.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 27, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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