White Rabbits

I hopped around my whole life
Made a white rabbit my lovely wife to be.

Her tail was cottony soft
My tale was a lie so you see,

That hoppy women go on with their life
But men like myself are still free.

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poem by John SheaReport problemRelated quotes
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