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There's nothing badder
than an adder
with aching bones.
He moans and groans,
and hisses and bites
and gets into fights,
over nothing.
So something
has to be done for the adder
or he gets badder and madder.
But teach him some yoga,
he'll sway like cobra;
tying himself in knots,
he'll think sweet thoughts.
There's nothing gladder
than an adder
who owns
flexible bones.
By: Debjani
Chatterjee
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