She was Alice,
Alice of the looking glass...
who discovered she,
through glass, could pass.
But when on the other side,
stood she...
Alice knew not how to be.
So she followed her heart
rather trustingly,
which invariably ended
most tragically.
Then one day, unexpectedly,
while enamored in her world of poetry,
the winds beckoned ALice
to a hollowed tree,
that followed a path
which led to the sea.
And, day after day,
she watched ships go past,
who, in honor to her,
waved their flags at half-mast
when the sands trickled down
through life's hourglass
and the sea turned into.
a  meadow of grass,
where a weary young man
named Jesus said mass
for Alice, dear Alice,
of the looking glass.
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