Alice She Drank From A Bottle Called

Everything Isn't Everything

Since My Fried Left Me,i've Got Nothing To Do But Walking.i Walk To Forget.i Walk,i Escape,i Get Further.my Friend Will Not Come Back,now I Am A Marathon Man.

Each Time I See The Upside-down Man Standing In The Water, I Look At Him And Start To Laugh, Although I Shouldn't Oughtter. For Maybe In Another World Another Time Another Town, Maybe He Is Right Side Up And I Am Upside Down

When I Am Gone What Will You Do? Who Will Write And Draw For You? Someone Smarter--someone New? Someone Better--maybe You!

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.