Twelve little bunniesRunning round a hill.Dissapearing round the backYet reappearing still.Standing, watching all the funHere is the twist. Once they have gone from sightThe bunnies don't exist!One little personFast asleep at night.Once her eyes have flickered shutShe too has passed from sight! Rowan 04-02-03
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