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Slugs
Slugs in morning dew, Sleek and slimy wanderers, Leaving trails behind.
Silent night's slumber, On goes a nocturnal dance, Glistening in dark.
Slimy, slow creatures, Gardener's quiet secret, Nature's gentle grace.
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