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Maya The Illusion

It lay curved, Not curled or coiled; No slithering, Not even swing; ‘Snake’, said my wife. ‘Rope’, I did Modify. ‘I have, anyway, believed.’ ‘Ha!’ I retaliated; Shankaracharya’s philosophy slipped in like a soap, Mistaking rope for snake and snake for rope… Yet that lay As though nothing to say… She took a stick, I hurried with naked hands to pick; And, Lo! It stood, Opening its hood; ‘Jesus!’ Hisses! She stood cane in her hand, Helping me hide behind; Till it crawled fast for life, And I cried a sigh of relief… Our little daughter laughed and said: ‘Your Philosophy has fallen dead.'

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Date: 5/20/2021 5:52:00 PM
Great! My husband once put a black snake into a trash can and wanted me and the kids to come see. I said, “no, thanks,” and as he learned, you take the lid off the can, the snake flies out. LOL
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Date: 5/20/2021 11:05:00 PM
Very interesting.