Every little slow snail
Climbs up a wall
Determine and willful it creeps
Never asleep it constantly moves
Looking at the flowers it cries and weeps
In the dew it rolls around
Playful and quiet it says I am found
Finally tired it goes to sleep
By
Felicia McCaw
Monday, July 4, 2016
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