The Snail

And the rain came
And the snail trembled
Back in his shell he went
He's in trouble.

He's got nowhere where he could shelter
No one who could pick him
No one who cares about him
All alone under the pouring rain.

The sun is now dimming
He's feeling weak after all that rain
He got out of his shell
He's still alone over there.



Poetry by krista
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Written on 2008-11-24 at 19:44

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