The Cheshire with his smile Theres knowledge behind it Even when nothing else is. And that silly toe-head With her cake and tea Thought she knew Poor pitiful me A damnsel in distress This time The stereotype fits quite well The Cheshire knows He's been around But she is just a girl Barbie doll that has a fate When she drops that pebble into the puddle She'll think that's deep Because she has yet to come to the sea But he knows Because he has swam in that sea Dove deep into the belly Breathing in it's salty nectar But the toe-head just dances around her puddle Oblivious like under her favorite narcottic While the Cheshire walks by With his grin.Birth sign: Gemini
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