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| Turtle with your heavy shell, Sunning on the forest trail, What a story you could tell If you left your boxy jail. You escape the cold and rain In the house that's on your back. You are also free from pain If your cov'ring doesn't crack. You can live a pleasant life Finding plenty here to eat. You're immune to city strife And you never know defeat. | ||
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