it is back home
Turtle came in with the world’s silliest grin
It split his face in two, and was long as his chin
Whipped out the birthday sign with a flourish all gay
Which meant it took him the best part of a day
He was sixty-three days late, but that did not matter.
Turtle is usually a little bit slower, he is not a mad hatter.
I thanked him profusely wondering if the card was all I would get.
Your present is back home, he told me. I’ll be back in a bit.
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