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backseat car rides
the predator in my sights
he's old and weak and sly
we laugh cos it's better than to cry
we drop him home and dip under street lights
i go home and sleep forget it its fine
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Water snake By: Norman Lightfoot From: Getting to Know Nature's Children: Snakes 1985
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It was very early in the morning and the market vendors were still setting up. Mikiel Grech sat chewing tobacco while Marija Vella and Marija Borg lifted their fruit crates up and emptied them into the shallow divots of their pinewood stalls. They lifted with rigid arms. Their knees groaned as their poor eyes bulged in their old heads. Mikiel Grech watched from his front porch, spitting tar into a shallow bucket that made a sound like a sick bird. The smell of sweet pastry and pig fat spilled out from the open door behind him. His older sister was folding and cooking pastizzi inside, and he would occasionally holler at her between the chirping of his spittoon.
A crate of figs was making Marija Borg particularly unsteady.
Her legs shook like a dog shitting.
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