I didn't get any suggestions. But I probably won't. And I got some inspiration. Kind of.

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A hole opened up in the ground or did it one can never be too sure. I'm sure before I was sitting under the apple tree on a poofy coushion. The next minute, well I was falling. Down and down and down. To where catterpillars talk and cats dissapear once again. To where the knave of hearts ate the queens tarts and the queen of hearts feels certain she's talking to fools. "Off with her head." She'll suggest and just once she wants to be questioned. She wants someone to say "are you sure." And then she'll say no and not follow through.