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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 4, 2011

Turtle

If the world looks safe and all is well
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My little head may poke out of my shell

But if you knock at me too loudly
I'll retreat, so please don't crowd me

I like to observe, watch, take stock
You may forget I'm around, mistake me for a rock

Sometimes I'm moody, want isolation
When winter comes, I crave hibernation

I may not be flashy, flirty, or fast
But I know where I'm headed and I'm built to last

submitted for Smiley Sociology Study Number 4