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Jan 28
Armadillo - dead on the road
I wonder why he was crossing.
Armadillo - broken and cold
His body the pavement embossing.
His banded shell will move no more
Forever staying curled
He’ll never reach his grassey shore
Or see his path unfurled.
Ode to that dead armadillo I saw that one time
Written by
Lorrin  21/F
     1Woman and Em MacKenzie
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