Her fluff is white like snow,
\nHer hugs warm up my soul every time,
\nHer ears are falling apart after all tough’s\u00a0 years.
\nHer sent is just like strawberry’s.
\nHer playfulness is like a firework bright and colourful,
\nHer eyes are black like the dark seas.
\nHer name comes from that green slide,
\nThe bean bag inside of her holds secrets.
\nHer ears are almost no more.
\nAfter 7 almost 8 years she still likes to play,
\nShe makes me happier then a box of frogs.
\nShe’s a real Mackenzie funny bunny \ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Her fluff is white like snow, Her hugs warm up my soul every time, Her ears are falling apart after all tough’s\u00a0 years. Her sent is just like strawberry’s. Her playfulness is like a firework bright and colourful, Her eyes are black like the dark seas. Her name comes from that green slide, The bean … <\/p>\n