When I Become A Rabbit
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I like loneliness at least once a weak,
it gives me wings to fly on the peak,
for rest and recreation a day one needs,
a warm up exercise for six days' deeds,
a day when I'm the monarch of house,
no interruption from a boring spouse,
no foolish questions of a lovely wife,
no noise of a woman and no strife.
I pass a day that is sunny and bright,
but when the day is melted in a night,
I start missing her, a years old habit,
and on her bell I leap like a rabbit!
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