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Serpents are slithering silently
With tongues sharp like glass
We may be friendly now
But who are you when others turn there back.. life seen from another ankle. may be a realistic one.. tony
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Serpents are slithering silently With tongues sharp like glass We may be friendly now But who are you when others turn there back.. life seen from another ankle. may be a realistic one.. tony