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To The Lizard On My Tree

Tell me truly, Satan skin crawling up my aging tree what have you come to do this time? what else is left to snatch from me? I used to love your furtive moves the feisty flicking of your tongue; watched senseless as you stripped my tree and fouled my fruit (aah, we were young!) Yet even now you never fail to eye my withering property cold-blooded creature haul your tail what else is left to pluck from me?

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