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Mar 2014
The white rabbit dances in front of me,
unfurling like a strand of fog in the morning light.

It promises a diversion from the pain,
so I take off and give merry chase.

Into the twists and turns of its lair I go,
looking around desperately for means of escape.
© Peter Alexander Gable
3/1/14
Peter Alexander Gable
Written by
Peter Alexander Gable  Minneapolis, MN
(Minneapolis, MN)   
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