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Apr 2016
A worm wanted to know what it would be like
to rise above the filthy dirt in which he wallowed.
So, he climbed and climbed, inching his way to the top.
Finally sticking his head above ground. He was able to
smell the green grass and see the blue sky. Moments
before becoming breakfast, er, then bird splat.
David Ehrgott
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