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Apr 2017
The jackrabbit is on the run as fast as he can go
down the road and into the bushes he goes.
around the tree into the ground he hurry's
up out of the and back down he road.
now five dogs on his tail.
thought the year to the ***.
he thought he could hide
now he is on the table for rabbit stew.
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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