A Strange Poem by Lewis Carroll

I often wondered when I cursed,
Often feared where I would be –
Wondered where she’d yield her love
When I yield, so will she.
I would her will be pitied!
Cursed be love! She pitied me…

What’s so peculiar about these innocent looking verses? For once, you will need to think inside the box (or boxes) to figure it out.

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