Do Let's Pretend That I'm A Hungry

I Have Had Prayers Answered - Most Strangely So Sometimes - But I Think Our Heavenly Father's Loving-kindness Has Been Even More Evident In What He Has Refused Me.

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?" "that Depends A Good Deal On Where You Want To Get To." "i Don't Much Care Where –" "then It Doesn't Matter Which Way You Go.

But, Said Alice, The The World Has Absolutely No Sens, Who's Stopping Us From Inventing One?

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

For The Snark Was A Boojum, You See.