Villanelle

The Caterpillar Knows
Introduction For Ellie Hoovs "Caterpillar" Wonderland Poetry Prompt Challenge Day 8, that you can join in with here: I have decided to do a villanelle based on Alice's encounter with the Caterpillar. However, many of the phrases come from the story but they were not all said by the Caterpillar or Alice, so I could say this is also a Plagiaristic poem, though in a different to my normal Plagiaristic Poetry.
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