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The Snail Crawl upon the dirty floor Moving faster toward the door Hope and pray I do not die Little boys never ask why Step on me and make me bleed Why must you do this foul deed Make yourself feel so good Sympathize, you never could So here I lie on the ground Don't you like the crushing sound Loud and clear like a bell Now I die a lonely snail cplbutter -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ "To spell out the obvious is often to call it in question." -- Eric Hoffer ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 218.166.92.143