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Mar 2015
This world keeps growing colder as I walk
And it makes the icy air so hard to breathe
My lips are frozen shut, and I can't talk
And I see that all the snails are trying to leave

The poor things always move so **** slow
And they just couldn't seem to escape the cold
I knew I had to save them from the snow
But I wasn't sure how this was to unfold

I tried to pick them up and take them with me
I put them in my coat to keep them warm
But I came across some birds who looked quite hungry
And when they saw my snails, they began to swarm

I did my best to keep my shelled friends safe
From the blizzard and the swarm of feathered beasts
But the birds and snow were eating away at my face
And I accidentally let my snails get released

It wasn't long before the poor things were all eaten
After all I did, I couldn't save just one
I felt defeated, because I had been beaten
And my poor shelled friends were all dead and done
I love snails so much. So this was really sad for me to write.
Arlo Disarray
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