'Alice, Alice, you must remember, '
I said to her when the evening began to leave,
'What have you done to your apron child?
And where will all these travels lead? '
She looks at me, and I repent.
'After all, she is very young, and pure,
And must be allowed to experiment, '
I say to the social-worker at the door.
1980
Mr. Barber: Nicely done. Lewis Carroll, meet your case worker. Makes you wonder how many harsh bureaucrats it takes to screw up a luminary. Thx, G
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I would like to translate this poem
That's pretty hard-hitting, Will (you my lovely friend whom I adore) . It sure works. t x