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Run Rabbit Run
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
But the poor little rabbit didn't know that.
She missed the memo, too absorbed in gathering carrots
To think about the path she took home.
The farmer was out with his friends, laughing with a cigarette
Dangling from his lips. He was looking for the perfect morsel for his
Wicked pie when he saw the little rabbit snuffling around in the bushes.
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Monday 1st May 2023 12:42 am
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