Serpents Flower

No matter the sun rise, it is still morning that the trees a rise and

greet.

Yes, I did come up with that on me own. Perhaps with time, I will

tell you what it means.

I once seen a beauty down with in the waters, and so close to this

beauty was a Cotton Mouth, nervous as a young lad should be, I feared

nothing, yet was intrigued to see the beauty also had no fear of the

serpent but welcomed it with no discrimination.

 I then realized that as I gazed upon this beauty with in the

currents, the venomous snake was being offered a solid beam to wrap

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poem by Henry Whisenhunt
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