Night In the Forest
Snakes hurling, as smoke is curling.
Chop, chop, no need to shop. Gizzard,
Snake and clam bake. I tried to pray,
But I cried today. I am safe, a waif.
My tent is weathered as my face.
No grace for the poor and hungry.
By the sea, I see ships afar. I cannot
Travel far, as I have one leg - a peg.
No cause for alarm, I have two arms.
I have fire, desire. I carve. I won't
Starve, at least not today. It's ok.
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