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Dec 2011
A bug,
an ant,
carries weight
for his hill and mother.
They say he
has too many legs.
"But, what do you mean?"
They say his
color isn't right.
"But, I like my color."
They say he's
too small to be tolerated.
"But-"
They squash him.
Written by
Christian Fox
491
   oaks i kill, --- and Jay Absurd
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