My friend Terrence

was a little happy sole,

he didn't need a kennel,

nor a house or a hole.

His home was a shell

that he carried on his back,

so that all he had to do

was drop down on the track.

Then he'd pull his head inside,

followed by his legs and feet

and he’d look inside the fridge

for something tasty to eat.

If it started raining

or got ...

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