I dreamt of a city too strange to be believed.
A ship sailed through the sky,
a flower docked on the shore,
Mighty metal Super Trees rose above a garden
but fearsome dragons lurked in the shadows.
and other flowers I could not name.
A bird of paradise screamed
at a young dove resting on an empty path.
and a ghost stared at me, from a thousand years past.
The Teddy Bears celebrated Christmas.
all paths led to beauty
in the strange city.
And in my mad, mad dream
and Happy Meals
to hungry travelers far from home.
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“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her…” (Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)
From Aloes in Wonderland, Singapore Gardens by the Bay:
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Thanks for the invitation to join you in Wonderland, Gus Puryear. It was a dream.
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