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Aug 16
A caterpillar inched up a smooth hairy stem
A spray of insecticide wasn’t meant for him
He writhed and he squealed as some caterpillars do
When given a poison that’s not meant for you.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Drab
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Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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