There was a rabbit that had no home; <br />Such hopping soul could only roam. <br />Where ever he’d pass, <br />He'd eat of the grass. <br />And such, for him, was the norm. <br /> <br />(**A Limerick)<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hopping-soul/
