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Jun 2017
If I should die,
Before I see,
A bunny climbing up a tree.

I won’t be glad,
I will be sad,
For the Bunny,
Wasn’t the Bunny,
The bunny was I,

Walk the school hall,
In a straight line,
Do not falter,
We don’t have time.

You’ll get out,
Without being hurt,
And everyone will
Be just fine.

If I should die,
Don’t bury me
Underneath a pine tree,
I am allergic!
London
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