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Aug 2016
Poor little worm
In the earth
Feeling like
You have no worth

Used for bait
When we fish
Or for a bird
A tasty dish

Crossing the sidewalk
To get to your spot
You didn't make it
It was too hot

Looking like
You were fried
I'm sorry
That you died

Do you have a family
That you leave
Tiny worm children
That will grieve

May your life in heaven
Be everlasting
Play in the soil
Make a casting

Know that you
Had some worth
You were tending
To Mother Earth
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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