The Easy Prey
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Tracing the bushes the dog murmured
No, here it is not
My food is somewhere else and I runs
Fast to another bushes nearby
The wishes of mine is always good
The result is contrary to my needs
Coming from the bushes the rabbit tells
I am now escaped from the killing
And becoming the prey of the dog traced
It is only my luck now the time being
Sometimes more to live and make the happiness
The things are always like the happenings.
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