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Wrap It Up I wear the snake around my head like a turban. It tucks in well it stays in place. Mostly it behaves. I prefer it coiled - please don’t slither leading thoughts out of bounds, brain out of kilter. Bound around my head the snake roams as it will. Inside all is still. |
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