The smoky soil will rise.
The letters slowly will go on board.
Brick by brick here; the monument will be built.
Engraved on it will be the tale of wonderland.
And in that tale will be stationed me and my merry crew;
Joy, wealth and fame we all will brew.
Here on this land when the tall monument will stand.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The monument of joy
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