Turtle Girl
Her body produced more keratin than most
As her first cousin I often did kind of boast.
We called her turtle girl in honor of her shell
A cool hiding place for her head to hide and dwell.
I wish I could bring in my legs too she often said.
She was never able to until a day before she was dead.
I thought of her for years after her death and quite often
Especially how her tail stuck out of the side of her coffin
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