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Snakeskin | Mary Bone

The snake shed his skin
crawling through the grass.
He was traveling to see his next of kin,
with a little bit of sass.
There was a rattle in the rocks,
his relatives were around the bend.
Rattling is how he knocks,
as he slithers into their den.

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