Self-Sealing (A Tribute To My Ex)

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    Self-Sealing (A Tribute To My Ex)

    Sneaky Viper, stealthy indeed;
    Lonely lurker;
    Lower your chin;
    Your bite hurts, but does not bleed.

    Scaly vixen of the crooked race;
    Focus on me;
    I see you;
    Prey for food, I am not your taste.

    Tall grass, low to the ground;
    Slither hither;
    I am self-sealing;
    Venom makes venom, turned around;

    Crouching worm, lunge at me;
    Thin and fast;
    Take a bite;
    Spiny armor, you do not see.

    Your kind, I know you well;
    Seek your week;
    Fight the goose;
    Keep away, fear my spell.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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