Alice Is In Wonderland
Alice got sick.
A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
(We never know how, why we’ll die).
Bad and sad for doggies
And for those who hold them dear.
The vet urged she be put to sleep –
It had gone far.
It went in seconds. Not a peep
From Alice, just one beat, a bleep
And she was gone;
A little soul taken in hand
By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.
Alice is in Wonderland.
Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017
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Arlene Corwin
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