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The little rabbit
bouncing around in my head
eating the carrots of memories.
Bouncing around in glee
slowly eating those parts of me.
His poor little digestive tract
for it must be all backed up.
These memories constipated me for years
now it's someone else's turn.
Who better than the bunny
with little floppy ears?

November 11, 1999

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