Scorpio

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A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is not a real scorpion at all.
An eight legged insect
A spider
Spinning in her web.

A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is nothing fierce at all.
No real danger to those around her.
Might as well roll
and expose
Her soft belly.
Trapdoor spider bait.

A hyena with a pickaxe.
No one believed her then,
No one believes her now.
It's no strange twist of fate.

A scorpion with her stinger cut:
Self inflicted suicide.
Still she walks along
Holding delicate pose,
Strikes naught but miss.
Poison gone.
All falls on deaf ears.

A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is not a threat at all.

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tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
AN ALTERED ANIMAL

is doomed to fate. TK U MLJ LV NV

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