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Feb 2017
there is a little tortoise he lives beneath my shed

underneath the floor is where he has his bed

he roams round the garden when its time to eat

in amongst the lettuce for his little treat.



when the sun comes out tortoise he is there

hiding in his shell as it begins to glare

when the night time comes and all the stars are spread

tortoise heads for home beneath the garden shed
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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