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| 1st. Of March 2020 |
Mad Hare hadn’t noticed
How today is one day late
His leaping antics yesterday
A boxed out early leap year spate
Madly needing loving company
On the early outward bound
Driven by he knew not what
For there was little else around
Something told him it was timely
To fight his corner in the field
It seemed that now was somewhere else
Yet his prancing would not yield
The moral of this mad March yarn
Demands intensity won’t wait
No calendar dictates a date
On 'Leap-Year' needs to replicate
When everything was said and done
On this crazy springtime spree
He joined the zany misconstrued
Around a table sipping tea
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