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Alex Fischer

North Little Rock, Arkansas
Alex Fischer
North Little Rock, Arkansas
Thursday, May 2, 2013

The White Room

Chitter-Chatter Chitter-Chatter
Nothing else but mindless chatter
To this man nothing matters
As he sits in his room
So lovely, he is consumed

Pure color the walls are painted
But to him they all look tainted
Not much else but a door and a table
But he doesn't care to him it's stable

He moves around on his daily walk
Back and forth across his lot
Shortly he stops and talks
To his dear friend Alice who is but a few inches tall
He says hi and she squeaks hello
And saus she is quite tired of the snow

This man goes on to eat his lunch
Which is brought to him by his servant
(Who I may say wears a strange hat with a red cross)
Gave him some water and a strange blue circle
Which he took with some opposition
His servant left his room which contained him neatly
With beautiful walls painted with pure white clouds
Covering over each other in a layer of state
Alex Fischer
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