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little brown rabbitin a field of coyotes—hoppy survivor . . © 2018 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
There are bulldozers on the moon run by burly men. They dig through the translucent flesh pulling up marshmallows and leaving pools of caked blood. From down here they form a rabbit
“You see I haven’t a clue. For a rabbit, that’s nothing new. It’s plainly clear In here, my dear, We’re crazy, but how do you do?
I hear a light stomp in the next room, and I roll over. A quiet second goes by and I doze off again. Another stomp, and I sigh as my eyes begin to open. Your dishes clank,
Stand up and fight, Shy little girl, Meek as a rabbit – Taunted, tortured, and tormented By their words. Stand up and fight, Glass doll, Pile of shattered shards with
Time flies in a blink of an eye, so from this poem I want you to pick a side. The tortoise or the Hare? It may seem like an easy answer but an indepth look might change your mind.
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Run quick rabbit run Away from all your problems Hide quiet rabbit hide
Never follow one down a hole,
His head is bopping His legs be hopping The amount of love from him is countless Never had a friend so precious Our bond is strong and endless Everytime I see him after a school semester my heart is gracious
Stumble out into the wilderness Collect the garbage that the others have left Counting the steps until your home Cling to the path and suddenly you are gone Are you feeling lost?