Parading

And I became the snail I always was,

crossing the field in my helmet.
crossing the field in my helmet.
crossing the field in my helmet.
But I’d given it my all,
But I’d given it my all,
while the plane arced on its way —Mary Ruefle
while the plane arced on its way
—Mary Ruefle

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