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Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Monday, September 15, 2008

Slide Upon Snails

We slip on the snails
Who we did not see
As we tread upon the tarmac
Absorbed in our own misery.

Crunch, a shell is broken
As rainfall patters down
But still we keep on walking
Wearing that stupid frown.

We slide upon the sludge
That seeps from broken life
It's only when we trip over
That we realise we are alive.
Frances May
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