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22475	Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)	Tortoises			.txt	text/plain	2967	260	86	To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if And reach your skinny little neck Your bright, dark little eye, Under its slow lid, tiny baby tortoise, And set forward, slow-dragging, on your fourpinned toes, Rather like a baby working its limbs, Suddenly beak-shaped, and very wide, like some Your face, baby tortoise. Your little round house in the midst of chaos. And round the edges twenty-five little ones, The sections of the baby tortoise shell. Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone. And all rambling aimless, like little perambulating Not knowing each other from bits of earth or old Little tortoise. To travel, to burrow into a little loose earth, A brisk, brindled little tortoise, all to himself-Snake-like she draws at my finger, while I drag Their two shells like doomed boats bumping, Their splay feet rambling and rowing like As she moves eternally slowly away? The tortoise eternity,	./cache/22475.txt	./txt/22475.txt