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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                                   Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit My little dog has gotten into the habit Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door And left me a gift on the bedroom floor I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?” I reminded her gently (no need to fume) That we take our meals the dining room
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit
Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                                   Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit My little dog has gotten into the habit Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door And left me a gift on the bedroom floor I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?” I reminded her gently (no need to fume) That we take our meals the dining room
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
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