down a country road

And as I went walking down my country road

I spied a snake curled like a rope resting in

the summer shade, my inclination was not to

fear but a desire to tickle its belly, to make

it laugh, but then my joy turned to sour,

as that little word fear grew BIG, and I

danced my way like Mister Bojangles

whistling a tune to the sun God

Ra.

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