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May 2013
There he goes skulking low.
Snake in tall grass.
There I see yellow tinged eyes
peeking hungrily from the weeds.

Ah ha.I saw him again out back behind silo number seven
Hey. There he goes again.
Slippery little sneak.

Up that hickory tree.   See claw marks on the trunk
High and low you have to know that the Devil is in
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Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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