For quick mental hygiene, the snail’s my white
mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside.
Seriously. The snail’s my man. He’s shy,
shows speedy patience and plays safe, keeps his
hard hat on should a curve come on too fast.
And paves his road in case he must return.
That’s not timid. That’s prudently Roman.
(D. C. Berry)
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