they looked like mangled
silver dollars
shells split into fifty pieces
arranged as the were
like a blue print
for god to try and
reassemble
there were so many
I didn’t count
but there were many,
many dead turtles
strewn
across the
road
and
as I walked along
I tried to avoid
them
but
sometimes
there were three
or four in a row
and
it was really
hard
to
avoid
them
like life,
life is hard,
hard like a turtle’s shell
cracked into fifty
pieces
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
they looked like mangled
silver dollars
shells split into fifty pieces
arranged as the were
like a blue print
for god to try and
reassemble
there were so many
I didn’t count
but there were many,
many dead turtles
strewn
across the
road
and
as I walked along
I tried to avoid
them
but
sometimes
there were three
or four in a row
and
it was really
hard
to
avoid
them
like life,
life is hard,
hard like a turtle’s shell
cracked into fifty
pieces
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