Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: (With a LISP:) "DA WABBIT."
...IS YOUR WABBIT tired of being a Wabbit? Has it had enough; after-all, Wabbits R Wabbits: Wabbits lives matter, after-all!
Is your Wabbit bunny-bunny-furry or just a FRIZZLE in your Soul, the kind that makes U feel FURRY, that makes U feel whole?
These days, just how IS your Wabbit, big ears, can it warn U of tomorrow's sorrows; do U pray to your Wabbit, do U ever hear what it says?
Do U Wabbit a Whabbit within your own Soul? Do U sing of a Saviour from that Whabbit's earthly hole or sadly recline in your Villion or Dante exile. A Whabbit, a singular Whabbit, where Poets go when they have no home.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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