yes, yes you are.
timely a trip to the pnw.
siped a cider upon my return.
the casual calm i had picked up yonder,
quickly dissolved by midday wednesday.
on the farm, every friday
on the farm, it's rabbit pie day,
so, every friday that ever comes along,
i get up early and sing this little song
run rabbit - run rabbit - run! run! run!
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