I heard a tiny slurping
coming from the grass.
It was a snail drinking from
the self pity I was dripping.
I leaned down and looked him
square in the antennas to ask,
"You mean I am not the only thing
going on right this very minute?"
With a sigh and a splash
Snail started to leave, but
not before mumbling,
"Why does this always happen to me!"
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