The boa is a darling snake,
I find him in North Africa as a lake.
I find him in Australia to spend an arrow.
He is the concise constrictor,
Feeling hind limbs is busy of payment.
Their young are ignorant of youth,
Youth is a barrier to crawl under
To constrict, to allow heavenly favours
To the seeds and deeds.
He is a South American anaconda.
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