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The Humane Way

It hurts to bite your tale
Even if you’re a snail. 

How do you know?
I’m not the snow.

One has a shell
The other a design.

I call them both human
speaking through a sign.

Before both and ahead of
Love is the way.

Hard to figure out
Inside out or in.

A pocket’s not a pocket
when it’s flying out.

Lying is lying
In, halfway, or out.

Published in Poetry