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Death is the leopard in the grass
by the red roadside
waiting for the flock to cross
Watching with eyes of glass-
golden, green-flecked eyes.
Duck if you can, or jump high.
Run, if you can, helter-skelter,
but don't turn back-
you, too, need water.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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