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Bryce Bartelt
Poems
Dec 2011
Turtle
My claws dig into the damp sand
I twist my head and eye you down
This is my piece of putrid land
A place that my offspring will be around
My shell is my only true salvation
Allowing me to hide in plain sight
Not having to worry about isolation
Or moving at the speed of light
My jaw can keep me out of distress
It is the one true weapon I need
I am left with no one to impress
My attitude stems from eating devilβs ****
My prey is usually already dead
But I am also a very skilled seeker
I can always survive on an oyster bed
Because there is nothing weaker
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Bryce Bartelt
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