SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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The Dark Hare

The dark hare burrows for the winter
With white packed powder
For tasting with little kid hands
We all drink the kool-aid with it along the way
We lose our cool
With our Terry cloth headbands on
Sweat below our brow does not exist
We drink water from our veins
And the heart pumps
And we yield back to automatic processes
An intelligent mind
LOVE.
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