Excellent a sonnet Worlds : Snail World 9 by Bill Schott

If I were to a snail a sonnet write, which spoke, when read, the content of a soul; how could that writing e'er be understood, by slug with mind as empty as a hole. Onto a second stanza I have leapt, gathering sweet notions for dispatching; Has it now been a day since I have slept? It feels like a head cold I am catching. Yet even though I'm sleep deprived and sickly, I can compose apostrophes to snails; they may learn, albeit, not too quickly, that I can conjure verse for all their tales. Now if there's some who started reading late, here's a sonnet, suitable to orate.

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