In the darkness, all birds and bees
and all angels here lie asleep.
The twinkling stars look down
bemoaning my plight, they frown
Over the Panther that crawls above
As black as night, upon the wall she prowls.
Just above my grip, on the sewage pipe,
The viper, the villains twisting my plight.
Into the list adds the third,
My anxieties, awake and...
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