Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Walrus

"The time has come,
"the walrus said,"
to speak of many things.
Of sealing wax and sailing ships,
of cabbages and kings."

"The time has come," she said to me,
"to speak of going home.
Of packing up and letting go,
and leaving me alone."

"The time has gone,"
she sadly said,
"when songs were always sung.
And words were true, and eyes
were kind,
and you and i were young."

"O.K.," i said, "It's no big deal.
We've already said goodbye.
Our lips don't kiss, your eyes are cold,
and you never even cry."

She said,
"You know, i guess you're right,"
and just hung up the phone.
The walrus never had the answers,
i'm in Wonderland alone.

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