She took her
She did this
She is everywhere
She took herI thought
Silly little Hatter
You thought, you thought
Why do you think like that?But wait
Tea time, tea time is soon
Gotta get home home home
She's waitingToo big
Too small
It has to work
Almost tea timeShe took her
Where'd she go?
That's right
She walked through my hatMake it work
Ge it to work
Don't be late
For a very important dateCan't miss tea time
You have plates and cups and guests
Why are we missing
Of course, gotta have tea!The queen
She took her
My lovely daughter
I'm missing tea timeSomethings ringing
Banging my eyes out
STOP IT
It's just a clockOh no no no
I broke it
When's tea time again?
Oh no no noI'm stuck
Five minutes before tea time
Or was it ten?
I'm losing my headWhat a ridiculous phrase
Losing my head
Surely it is right on your neck?
How do you lose a headI'm almost there
Almost there
So close and
Is that a rabbit in trousers?Look at that pretty butterfly
And those flowers
Why are they painting white roses
Red?Oh right, tea time
It's almost time for...
What's it time for?
Tea! Yes it's time for teaShe took her
But who is her?
Oh no no no
I'm forgettingShe is
The queen
Her is
My daughterAnd I'm late for her
I don't remember
What am I late for?
Tinker? Timmy?There goes that girl again
Hello...
Alice?
Yes that's itWonder what she's doing
Where she's heading too
Perhaps the queen
There is something about the queenBut I don't remember
Oh well
I was looking for someone
Yes! My daughterI'm coming Grace
I'll make it work and I'll
What am I working again?
Oh yes, I'll make my hat workWhy am I making it work?
Hat works-
I see Grace!
Who is I?My name is...
Hatter!
Yes that's it
I'm sureOh no
What was I doing?
Hats hats hats
Working working workingTime for a break
Time?
That reminds me of something
Probably nothingCan cats really smile?
Oh! Hello to you too
Little mouse!
Wait, where am I?Oh, would you look at that
Tea
I like tea
And if we are having tea at a timeIt's tea time
Yes that's right
It's tea time
I'm not lateAlthough,
Now I can't remember
What am I not late too?
Oh look tea!
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...