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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 21, 2018

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Submitted: March 21, 2018




Walking down the street, I saw seven snails

I noticed that the snails had slimey tails.

Then I crouched down and put one in my hand

In my pocket he went, so I could stand.

My nice stroll continued as I went home

It sadly fell out, and started to roam.

My sister was mad, she wanted a snail

So I took her outside, said, “grab a pail”.

Somehow, she brought me back a small rare bird

I told her to put it down, how absurd.

In the midst of it all, the snails vanished

And from the pail my sister was banished.


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