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SNAILS

 

A short poem about snails and ourselves

by Kelley KirkPatrick

 

River clams and swamp snails,

Steadily streaming swirls that crunch,

The seasons change, and the shells remain.

Shed your turtle belly,

perhaps a palate of scales.

As we grow into the next version of ourselves

 

 

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