See if you can spot this hidden message...it's hidden in the most secret of places. I call this poem, "The London Snicker"
Every time I close my eyes
Rabbits haunt blueberry pies
In those dreams I answer quick
Killing rabbits with a stick
All about me, angels fly
'Spose they know that rabbits die?
Such is living, such is death
As goes the rabbits' final breath
Wafting up to "Fairy Lands"
Evening gowns, and tiny hands
Something strikes, a fairy shrieks
Overwhelming rabbit dreams
Massive blows about the head
Even fairies want rabbits dead
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