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How doth the little crocodile... by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile...

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!



If I could live in my dreams and never wake up, I would.

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Dedications by Lemony Snicket In order, each book in A Series of Unfortunate Events:

  • To Beatrice -

darling, dearest, dead.

  • For Beatrice -

My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

  • For Beatrice -

I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

  • To Beatrice -

My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: “That’s the end of that.”

  • For Beatrice -

You will always be in my heart, In my mind, And in your grave.

  • For Beatrice -

When we met my life began, Soon afterward, yours ended.

  • For Beatrice -

When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

  • For Beatrice -

Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder.

  • For Beatrice -

Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.

  • For Beatrice -

When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely.

  • For Beatrice -

Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

  • For Beatrice -

No one could extinguish my love, or your house.

  • For Beatrice -

I cherished, you perished. The world’s been nightmarished

  • For Beatrice -

We are like boats passing in the night - particularly you.

  • To Beatrice,

and From Her

sep 11 2011 ∞
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