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Shade Glorious Shade,

From far off tree I must run for.

Foot's pressure makes waves,

Bending earth back by blunt force.

Guns fire and race is off;

Best to move out the way!

Oh, shade!

OUCH! that's not shade!

This tree is a snake!

The snake's not awake!

-How much more can one take?-

What fates await? Cha!