william worthless · Feb 12, 2010
the worm

there was a little worm he lived underground where its full darkness and there isnt any sound
one day as he was digging it began to rain  and turned his little  home in to a little drain.
it washed him to top and he began to squirm  then along a bird and ate the little worm.

 
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