Old Souls Poem by Dorsey Baker

Old Souls



Snails full of slime
Grease and grime
A turtle
Moving very slow
Taking his time
Trying to get
His point across
Frosty winter
Turn into
Silent night
Angry vicious vipers
Smiles frowns
Attention paid
Dark glasses pose as
Your very best friend
Accept the view
Me and you too

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