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Mar 2015
Can't help but glance
Wants a chance
Pretty but no class
Waiting to prance

Can't strike en masse
Weakened prey in trance
Stands at an impasse
Weighing his chance

His allies are but a myth
Living a lonely writhe
Empty inside all his pith
He just wants someone to dine with
Snakes get lonely too...
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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