You must...


You must take some time
to hear Turtle’s secret.
He talks slowly, you know,
As slow as he goes,
draws out each word
like December molasses,
words old as the hills,
mossy, redolent of soil,
words fresh as the morning,
sparkling like new dew
when the sun first shows.
Betime he tells his all,
you’ll be old as me
and glad you listened.

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