Yellow Beaks & Brown Shells - Poem

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My life has been held up on two turtles shells.
Lady and Gus, the only constants I've ever known.
Brought into my life for pure happenstance.
But kept around ever since for a love so understated and fondness that's bone deep.

You watched me move homes... Twice. 
You saw me fall in love and break my heart, you never called me a fool or left me judged. 
You basked while I got married and stayed safe while I saw the world. 
When I cried for the boys, you kept me close. When I cared for Angel, you watched her even closer. 

You've been the dispenser for Hero. 
The TV for Ghost. 
You've been Tanya's nightly ritual. 
You've been Angels fascinations.
But I'll never forget, my ever present babies, is that above all else you've both been my friends.

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