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Nov 2014
The rabbit quickly ran.
“Run, Cottontail, as fast as you can!”
On his fuzzy heels he sped,
Frightened simply by something he read.
“Must be a lie,” he yelled.
He swore last time he saw the turtle he was fast asleep in his shell.
April Watson
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April Watson  24/F
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   Pax and Ariel Baptista
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