Scurry

Once there was a rabbit

called Lockdown

all he could do was worry

with a weary frown

One day he realised

the worry came to naught

only unhappiness

it had brought

From this day on

he tried to not worry

but enjoyed life

with a leap and scurry

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Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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