The Snake Poem by TaMaRa HaNaRiNg ,(((( PaLeSTiNe))))FreedOm Flottila .

THE SNAKE

At the right

UNDER SHELF...silence THERE IN ABOX

ready TO BITE

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ME AND SHE WENT TO THERE

without key ...

BUT FOR ME ALWAYS DARE

NEVER BEEN HYPOCRITE

every thing was clear,
every scene was bright
..one bird and a hen...............patients families,
another couple of snakes but smal were there in the sight..

the small bird was smart, watching there from apart

for a call the other girl did she go
for a one as i guess was snake but little tall

on the desk 254 I did write, no drohan was at all

an error..then a line very light i drew

he was the one whom forced them to put a sign

but for me I refused as I used to with no fight
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WITH NO SOUND MY SCREEM..... HELP AND HELP

NO ONE HEARED AS IT SEEMS

KNOCKING WINDOWS... KNOCKING DOOR

WHILE THE SMALL FLOATING THERE ON THE FLOOR

NO ONE HELPED... NO ONE DARRRRRRRRRRRRE

THE BIG ONE STAYED STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

SLOWLY MOVING WANT TO KILLLLLLLLLL

HER STOMACH WANT TO FILLLLLLLLLLL

THEN THE HEN WAS SWALLOWED



my friend was the hen...............my friend was the bell.............

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ONE OF THE BIG CAME

HE WAS WATCHING KILLING GAME

the small one with no tail

while the remained colored pale

EVERY THING TURNED TO HELL

WITH MY SHOES I CRUSHED

MANAGER FACE WAS FLUSHED

The cute bird was smart, watching there from a part

NOW THE BIG READY TO BITE

BUT MY BEACH SHE CAN'T REACH

CAN'T REACH THE MIND HIGHT
as for me always given anti dot
that was my dream yesterday on a flight
my dreams warning me, always right, always hot



NOW I'M READY FOR THE SHOT

not for me..but for her that WHITE... colored black is her DOT

DROHAN254....30/01/07

31/05/09

a dream about a true story..i was the small bird..my friend was the hen...the snakes were the one who made a trap for her, she was a victim, stapped by many as she dared to say no......the same snakes tried many times to kill me but always my dreams warned me and made me ready for any shot................the dream is described exactly as it was.........................................still i have that pain my friend.....