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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (literary nonsense) the winter was so long ago, burying the world in snow rabbits hop where rabbits go, here i sit to-night and the day i hath long dreaded which hath left me much beheaded worn my sanity unthreaded as i sought the sun's warm light said the rabbit, hopping past, to my thoughtless face aghast, "lanterns are a great delight." but my mind hath never shown me, nor my pinched, weak thoughts have grown me anything which should beknown me: that a rabbit never talks of a lantern, never falters in his steps to break the halters of the sacrifice on alter (of the wolf who nightly stalks) just to speak to one who sulks under skies my soul doth mock have you ever seen a rabbit come to break his daily habit and commence to speak as if it mother nature's natural norm? and if by chance he mentions 'lantern' just to break your flurried pattern just to knock you off your rocker whilst you dream away a storm does it leave you cold or warm to have a rabbit which informs? if you haven't it is likely that you would not see me brightly but you'd find me quite unsightly as most men find the plain insane if you have i think you'd find it quite amusing for behind it there's a joke that doesn't mind it, for jokes minding is inane still i laugh at my poor brain for losing every bit of sane (to see a rabbit speak is strange) and if i could see it logically; if possible biologically, i might function neurologically, but remember, brain twas dead and the sky was growing longer, growing longer, ever grayer, and my mind was never stronger for i lacked a bit of bread and the rabbit's words he said, hopping circles in my head still it was that long i pondered, of a rabbit, yes i wondered, speaking to me while he wandered of a lantern bringing joy and so to a barn i stumbled while the distant thunder rumbled and i felt so very humbled, being, a moment,a rabbit's toy and i, my words, employed, to ask a lantern from a boy it was kind of him to light it, and i journeyed back, excited, to the place where i was seated, seated in the dark of night and there, i sat and waited with my trembling breath bated, and my mind was still sedated with the numbing lack of light there i sat waiting in the night to catch the rabbit in my sight
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