By Laurel Ahlfeld
Date: 2003 Nov 25
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Rabbit Hole

Some days it feels as if my all
Has fallen down the rabbit hole
Always chasing- late...
Late for a very important date
Then I see you across the table
A comfort in this foreign fable
Smiling with tea cup in hand
In a world I'll never understand
And like Alice, I begin to grow
My heart pressing against my ribs just so
That I wonder if it might burst
As you quench my every thirst