Chapters:
I write about the chapters if someone else,
yet I long to find myself.
I am an author of many fictions,
I do not know of the truth.
I cloud my way with the fiction of day,
then think when I am in night.
I write about the chapters of someone else.
When will I find myself.
Cheshire Cat:
Oh, Cheshire Cat, you think you're all that.
When really you are,
You're pink fur galore.
You sell yourself short.
Your smile, though, to big for your head
Could be even bigger.
Oh, Cheshire Cat, you think you're all that.
Brook:
The brook by my house,
You run so sweet.
I wish I knew what you say.
You run in the day.
You run in the night.
You chatter all your life.
The brook that runs by my house.
Now sings me to sleep.
Stem of the Flower Leaf Tree:
The flower leaf tree.
It grows oh so tall.
It's blossoms so beautiful,
just not in the fall.
Though your branches grow bear,
Please do not dispare.
I still love you.
My Flower Leaf Tree.
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