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The Rabbit

The rabbit ran, ran and ran,
To save the borrowed days of his life,
To escape from the chasing wolves,
And entered breathless into the hovel,
Dark, damped and dismal grim hide,
But found he the black scorpions,
And hissing incensed coiled serpents.

by Shahida Latif

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