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What if the vorpal sword was real? Could it kill the jabberwocks of today? could it cut them up and lay them down in a forgotten tomb for those filleted? contention, evil, hate
Sitting upon my bedroom chair, Mother, with a soft hand holds the book. A soft light glows upon her hair. "Twas Brillig" she reads, I can feel the excitement growing in me,
Jabberwocky Slayer ‘Twas nighttime, and the wolf howled Did Jack and Jill in the house: All kids were the same, And the moon shined brightly.
Snippity snap went the great Skizorswaks As the giant's hair came scallowing down. She looked in the reflection of her shithering glass And quathingly formed a slight frown.