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Sep 2016
A wise old rabbit looking at me
Sniffed the air so diligently
Ate some grass and chewed some leaves
Hopping around like busy bees

Now, why he looked at me I'll never know
Not running away
The rabbit white as snow
Beautiful beyond compare I say
I still remember him to this day
Nevaria Rose
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Nevaria Rose
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