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Little Toy Bunny

Sitting on a hill surrounded by dust
A little toy bunny comes out of the rust
He calls my name like a shadow in the night
And I can hear him clearly though he is just out of sight
Tree branches burrow below my bare feet
As I step to the fluffy toy bunny's defeat
He lies in the sand and still discontinued
His chest opens up with a spew of great tissues
And out blooms a flower from the cotton and rubble
As the little toy bunny smiles and flies away

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November-December 2011 Issue: Youthink Magazine