|Foul slugs leave their trails of shining misery.
Where they had been,
So obviously marked.
Eating green stuff in their path.
The sunlight drew the greenery out into the day.
Almost saying eat me please.
Well eat me anyway.
At sluggish face.
This slug faced being,
I detest slugs and I’m not a gardener!
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