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I was told if I ate worms, I could fly. Ever since, I've stepped over sun-baked sidewalk worms. I recall eating an orchard apple from the ground. That didn't end well. Rockwell suggested frying them. Hamlet punned about worms travelling through a King. Don't be called a worm. Don't worm your way in, You'll likely find a hook. I'm forever grounded. The worm hasn't turned.
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
I Can't Eat Worms
I was told if I ate worms, I could fly. Ever since, I've stepped over sun-baked sidewalk worms. I recall eating an orchard apple from the ground. That didn't end well. Rockwell suggested frying them. Hamlet punned about worms travelling through a King. Don't be called a worm. Don't worm your way in, You'll likely find a hook. I'm forever grounded. The worm hasn't turned.
Thomas Rockwell wrote How to Eat Fried Worms.
francie-lynch
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
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