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Sloths.....confuse


Skin, rough

and eyes, cold.

Nearly a crocodile.

And any fool knows

that no one can love

a crocodile.

It’s odd that one of life’s hardest creatures came in to this world through a soft slimy shell.

So

vulnerable

to be squashed buy misfortunes boot.

One wonders how anything could survive.

Like sloths, for example.

There is no possibility in the universe

that they could still be alive,

yet for some

absurd

reason, they are.

                                 It’s all              very

                                          confusing.

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