I am so Forlorn
Rich slug, poor slug, fat slug, thin,
I am a slug that just cannot fit in,
To categorising, following the norm,
I was born with a shell; I am so forlorn!
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Do not be upset, said a stranger to me,
Look at me, she said. Pray tell what you see,
I see a slug with a shell, but how can that be?
I am a snail, she replied, and so are you – can you see?
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Rich slug, poor slug, fat slug, thin,
I am a slug that just cannot fit in,
To categorising, following the norm,
I was born with a shell; I am so forlorn!
*
Do not be upset, said a stranger to me,
Look at me, she said. Pray tell what you see,
I see a slug with a shell, but how can that be?
I am a snail, she replied, and so are you – can you see?
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Yes, I replied, this is true – I can see!
The what and the wherefore are included, said she,
Come slime down the path; forget slugs and their ways,
Snails on life’s journey, together each day.
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Yes, I replied, this is true – I can see!
The what and the wherefore are included, said she,
Come slime down the path; forget slugs and their ways,
Snails on life’s journey, together each day.
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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 