I go for a jog with the snails
Several about on this cloudy morning
Promenading the red bricks
They know how to pull their weight
After a rain and leave a wake
I envy their trusty horns
So different from my clumsy feet
It's all about sliding into third
Cruising home out of the park
Athletes of an invincible patience
While I shuffle back and forth
Sometimes having to dance a little
To avoid that crackling sound
Of the end of the world
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