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Dec 2021
My poor poor rabbit
It is no more
With its soft floppy ears
And deep blue one eye
Shall no longer
Hop around the hutch
I'll miss
Miss Floppy Fun Bun
And how
You brought a twinkle
To my eyes
I don't know
Where to inter her
As i don't have room
In my special garden
Which is a bit bushy
I wonder if she's
Recyclable?

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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