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Intersections

A good chance he won’t make it,
He’s tryin’ to cross the road;
Though his shell might serve protection,
A car is quite.a load.

Slower than molasses,
He crawls across the stone
And no one’s gonna see him,
They’ll hit him quite unknown.

But fate paid him a visit
And lead me to this task
Of Ubering a turtle,
Though turtles never ask.

He wonders if he’s flying,
How he’s left the earth,
When I bend down and lift him
And off the road to berth.

Unlikely we will meet again
In lives we’ve been bestowed;
But today they intersected
Upon a dusty road.
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