Ol’
Mud turkle crawled out in the sun
Say
From ha’f past 12 to ha’f past 1,
He
Set on a log a’ almost froze,
An’
Ketched a big cold way up his nose;
A
Cold March wind whistled down the Crick,
Ol’
Mud turkle he warn’t dressed very thick,
Said to himself with a cheerless smile,
“Guess I will go back in for a while.”
Mar.
23, ‘09
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