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snake took me hostage

a fat black bumpy snake took me hostage in a roll. pulled me right down into the farthest darkest hole What the heck! What the heck! What the heck! whoa! I yelled out for he had his fangs around my neck down we slithered and slunk, my captor and me I doubted he was inviting me to afternoon tea I desperately tried to find a pocket knife But I have never carried one in my life suddenly I realized I was writing a poem Would I ever get to write it? Would he bring me home? Who! Whoa! Whoa! Let’s talk I screamed It was a silent scream, an awful dream.

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