Standing out on the dock
I feel it slowly, gently rock
Then I see a turtle head
Wanting now to be fed
Little did I know they travel in packs
In herds they come, in stacks and stacks
A Hitchcock tale, with turtle terror
Because of someone’s simple breadcrumb error
OX-BOW 8/17/2010
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