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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Snake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">snakes, scaly, slippery, a cold lump morbidly crawling <br>through the dark tunnel of memory<br>some creatures are born cursed <br>they are spat, and trumpled on<br>so that the nerves slithered when i actually <br>came face to face with one at two or three<br>the black six inch long they called two headed thing <br>propped my interest further<br>you dont get to see one often<br>i could not remember whether it had ended up <br>under somebody's stick or a parang<br>but thanks to the snake it helped me <br>hold onto a figment otherwise <br>would have been lost on the tail of time<br>an inert lump resting on cold yellow soil <br>guilty heavy of heaven and earth<br>all ready to take the cold and <br>inhumane blows of the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once in while a little one would surface <br>below the neighbour's house, <br>a short floral ribbon it looked like jewels<br>on undeserving hands, bothersome foul mud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the impatient neighbour never let it up <br>coming running with his parang<br>crashing or splitting it into two<br>wonder how such a small creature<br>can elicit such a anger in a big fat farmer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">an eerie feel for them led me to <br>kill one with a stick and to this<br>day i am struck with the thought<br>of what karma i have to face<br>little wriggly creature that<br>would have done no harm<br>but then it is a snake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the road between two padi fields<br>become a killing field during the harvesting season<br>a dead chamber as little snakes<br>make their way to to the other side<br>for better pasture ending up under wheels <br>they lie each morning crushed, bruised<br>they become nothing but a charred<br>brittle piece of leather a few days later<br>some snakes are aphrodisiac<br>and I usually wonder whether these<br>can be Chinese medicine<br>to heal whatever ailment you <br>have such as impotence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one morning a flash flood brought <br>the fate of a little cobra under brother's bed, <br>the cat agitated had sounded the alarm<br>with her irritating meows <br>the cat we then called brother's saviour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we smelt things foul and like the feline came face to face with it<br>someone screamed cobra as its head had reared <br>and its neck spanned <br>the poor little lifeless rope then flew head and tail <br>through the air, into the flash flood <br>after it had gone under the stick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as is always with snake it slithers back <br>to my memory lane each time<br>somebody mentions snake<br>a lane of sweet sour sad feeling<br>of heaven and earth about snakes<br>of why God even bothers to create it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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through the dark tunnel of memory
some creatures are born cursed 
they are spat, and trumpled on
so that the nerves slithered when i actually 
came face to face with one at two or three
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