The rabbit foot

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By harold hunt

The rabbit foot Walking through the woods one day I spied a thing on the ground. It happens to be a rabbit's foot. At least I thought. In my pocket, it did go. Then the trouble it began to flow. I fell down in a hole and broke my elbow. Then I ran up the steps and in to the door. A black eye did have for a week I think. The to the bath tube I went. With a splash. I didn't have time to take my close off. To bed, I went with a bang as the bed fell apart. And now I think with a sad face because I found out it wasn't a rabbit foot at all

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