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Going 65I saw the rabbit run rabbit runwith perfect aim across the road then through and through my car The kids laughed laughed in the back as I watched silently the rabbit bounce rabbit roll through my rearview mirror then rabbit ears rabbit pieces flying small into the distance and me staring and me staring staring at the road (C) 2/18/95 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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