There once was a land crab named Bligh,
Who's demeanor was naturally shy.
He would hide in his hole,
Acting more like a mole,
Than a cantankerous, snappy guy.
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Packrat Poet
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.
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