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SamplesMetamorphosisWoke up this morning,waved around my eyestalks - couldn't believe my eyespots. I felt ugly and slimy. Never a hangover this bad before! I oozed to the mirror-fainted dead away. I was a slug On the bright side, forget shaving and phoning - couldn't call my boss. Lie in bed all day, happy in my slime. But I miss my legs and arms. Wish I were a cockroach. Too hard to open the back door to the garden and my big patch of cabbage. I'd looked forward to that sauerkraut. Can't handle the salt now anyway. I am a slug! Copyright © Geoffrey Skinner. All rights reserved. Please contact me for corrections or comments.
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