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this is a poem about a turtle and a shoe. |
| There once was a lonely shoe, It sat there all lonely in poo. Then there was a turtle With skin the color purple. But he didn’t have a shell for a home, It got smashed and was no longer a dome. So he wore the shoe on his back, Together they made a pact. “I’ll be your shelter if you be my friend, But promise you’ll never set me in poo again!” |