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By Jack Joseph Smith
From The Bay Window
It is coming on where Easter will be
And there the boy with the school book
Chases the rabbit along the stilled
snow hill at the slope and suddenly
stops, while the rabbit begins to cirele
And from a cluster of shrubs,,
well
you see/it knows it's own shadow
The boy has noticed and so sits on his haunches
And thusly begins to bid without cumming
in his mannor; it is so catching
that the rabbit is many times whiter
than the snow it is playing on
And there the rabbit approashes, appears
to be coming toward empty, almost folded
hands