Sammy the Snake
Although Sammy the Snake and I only met once, I feel as though we made a real soul-connection.
He dropped by my writing desk and looked in, and I could feel him peering deep inside me. Sure, yeah, he could've been wondering how to get past the glass to sink his teeth into this juicy, pink, over-sized mouse-baby... but I think it was something more. We looked into each others' eyes for a minute. Then another minute. Then an eternity... an eternity in our hearts.
I'm gonna treasure this beautiful moment for pretty much ever, probably (sniff, sniff).
He dropped by my writing desk and looked in, and I could feel him peering deep inside me. Sure, yeah, he could've been wondering how to get past the glass to sink his teeth into this juicy, pink, over-sized mouse-baby... but I think it was something more. We looked into each others' eyes for a minute. Then another minute. Then an eternity... an eternity in our hearts.
I'm gonna treasure this beautiful moment for pretty much ever, probably (sniff, sniff).
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