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He talked to me
I listened Then he circled around me And bit my neck In every apple garden There can be a harmless snake Crawling into the shade We spot him Like the sun does When we’re hiding from it at the seaside The wind blows through the red poppies Giving them away Red shoes are not allowed In the church Birds are not allowed In cages Snakes are allowed In pharmacies We need them When we do not know A foreign language In our modern times Fainting is not permitted At every step And knowledge Is a must.
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