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Artworks
Village Snail
O Village Snail, O Village Snail,
I see you now, I’ve found your trail.
You’ve blown off all the flower heads
And left the poor old garden dead.
What goes on in your mollusc brain
When you’re out footling in the rain?
I wish I knew what makes you tick,
So I can make some sense of it2of 2
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