Friday, September 11, 2009

The Bug

The Bug

A tiney grotesque thing

I wanted it away from

me So I heaved a great

puff of wind and rid myself

of it I then hoped it wouldnt

be harmed in its fall

It then occured to me

that I may be looked apon as

a Large

grotesque thing

I hope I wont

be crushed

when my fall comes

When the great wind blows

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