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Frolicking through night's defeat
Ruffling through the blades of grass
As the morning sun limps
Under the meadow's pass
Visible for but a glimpse
Is it a boy or a lass
Stealing yet another glace
Burgeoning chance a
Emerald dance
Softened steps
Tassled breaths
Glinding through, the
Innocent few
Rebels yet
Loved pup