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To Run With The Hare...


Those wrens that dart there by the tree

Could there some deeper meaning be?

An allusion that of some truth might seek

Of some profound emotion speak.

You think that fewer words would do

(Was this composed for me, not you.)

And, then, again the Muse might come

And off once more the hare will run.

That with its speed its loping gait-

Some spark of genius might await.

And, then, a pause- ‘A halt to this!’

‘Good luck, God bless.’-a hurried X.

Robert Carson