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Aug 2019
Through the forest grass,
a lockstep march.
Neat columns
of silent striding teams.

To ground they go,
to burrow deep.
Bringing prizes
foreign and mundane

Can they look into the giants above?
There is no time to dream.

Hurry home! Your colony calls
and the task is but half done
Written by
Matt Bernstein  25/M/Atlanta
(25/M/Atlanta)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Matt Bernstein
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