She eats brownies instead,
Takes super dictation
And sleeps on her head.
Turning her? Hopeless.
She butters buttons:
Stuttering, muttering,
Award-winning buttons.
She rich? More or less.
Parties all night;
Tossing word salad:
this is her life.
I don't want to have fame,
Only to hold her.
Alice, please
Can I stand
On your shoulders?
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