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
Friday, September 11, 2009
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