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| I open the door to come home and first I see... |
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| the rain clouds rolling in |
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| and a rabbit on the blue table, |
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| staring at me. |
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| Too paranoid to move, he'll give me the sideways stare |
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| until a peel is offered or a mint leaf waved in the air. |
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| but it's clear he gets lonely and will hop up and smell, |
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| then lounge near the strumming with feet back and tail. :) |
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