Why Turtles Have Shells
Turtles have shells to hide inside Whenever you take them out for a ride. Turtles have shells to be sneaky and freak you out When they poke you with their weird, cold snout.
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Turtles have shells to hide inside Whenever you take them out for a ride. Turtles have shells to be sneaky and freak you out When they poke you with their weird, cold snout.
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