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When Alice went down that rabbit hole that
One day when she was but a child, she Never thought such a place had existed, but it Did! And when she returned, she kept her Eyes open for the chance to see if a little white Rabbit would be running by, Late as always. And while there may be No more caucus races or games of flamingo croquet, a Dormouse might just be sleeping in some teapot at a party.
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