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Slathering and Slithering

slathering and slithering
     sharp tiny teeth, 
     short and squat
              troll

You smile and he glares
  trying to look fierce

You laugh and he bites
         your foot

 sneaky as a snake
 and twice as mean

The only garden
   danger that 
   makes my
 blood run cold.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger




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