The angry snail
Such a bitter mollusk is he
Hates his pace
and his
drag of a life
Never gets anyplace
fast enough
to satisfy
his impatient mood
Always running late
for snail appointments
Dreams of strong legs
that create great speed
Meanwhile
back on planet Earth
Tis never wise to despise
the gift nature made
cause in the end
we all gotta
play the hand
we are dealt
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