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SNAKE'S

Poetry By: colinb
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NATURE


Submitted:Feb 21, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Our days are nolonger grey,
The sun is warming up the days,
So the snakes come out to play,
To warm up through the day,
WOW!! their are lots of snakes today,
I almost step on the snake in my way,
He is mad now & wants me to pay,
So he strikes at me while im in his way,
He strikes me with all his might,
Strikes me really tight,
His head pinned to my thigh,
So i grab his throat really tight,
I pull with all my might,
To remove him from my thigh,
So i throw him far into the sky,
Back into the bush where he will survive,
So snakes don't strike me today,
Because this red head dosen't want to play,
Colin Bradley.




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