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The Green
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Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
I really can’t say enough.
Rabbits, how soft they feel.
With their warm appeal.
Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
I can’t get too much.
Rabbits, in my possession, I have one.
Not a real one, a stuffed one.
Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
I can’t really say enough.
Rabbits, the one I possess is gray.
Another I wish to get, and I may.
Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
I can’t get too much.
Rabbits, a part of the Easter season.
Although, I don’t understand the reason.
Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
Rabbits are the best animals I know.
They could be for pets.
They could be for show.
Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.
I can’t get too much. |
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