I saw this one day in South Boston, and I had mistaken it for a memorial to someone who got killed in the streets. I wrote a poem based on a picture. Then someone commented to say it was an Easter decoration.
That explains why you let a stuffed rabbit sit outside and gather mildew.
So the picture now serves three purposes. It's an inspiration for a poem, it's filler for this new series, and it's an opportunity to show that I can be a dumbass.
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