Poem: Even A worm Is Just Trying To Make A Living.
Even A Worm Is Just Trying To Make A Living.
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Don’t you just hate it
When you see one lying,
Drying up on the pavement.
I usually pick them up
And put them in damp grass,
But I always spit on them first
Because it makes me feel better.
I don’t know what the worm thinks.
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