The three hares, My three hares...

At Grimspound, high on the Moor was a hollow.
A shallow perfectly round hollow left behind by peoples past.
My three babies lay in the hollow, intertwined, linked together in a perfect circle.
I looked, and I saw the Tinners Hares before me.
My Hares...
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