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I lay on a rock enjoying the sun,
When kids finally see me they take off on a run. I slither and coil, turn every which way. I'm called a snake but what can I say? I have no choice in my name anyway. I lose my skin and just leave it lay. It doesn't hurt me I just slither away.
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