MY STORY POEM CONTINUES
ONE DAY AS I WAS LEAVING THE BACK DOOR AND OLD TIRE HAD LANDED NEAR THE BACK AS I PICKED IT UP, I FELT A SHARP PAIN IN MY HAND I HAD BEEN BITTEN BY A SNAKE NESTLED INSIDE THAT OLD TIRE. SCREAMING FOR HELP MOM TO MY RESCUE SHE SAID IT WAS JUST A GARDEN SNAKE THERE HARMLESS BUT OFF TO THE DOCTOR WE... Sign in to see full entry.