The Snail ©Andrés Díaz Marrero, 2007 My friend the snail, Bronzed by the sun, Stroll through the sand And leaves a trail. He has a good time, Walking at his pace. Hauling on his shoulder A hard coiled shell. It's his pretty house! A small and gleaming case, Made of shining corals And mother of pearl.
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