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Tiny black bulging dots Marching in a skewed line, They hunt down, The syrupy hints left by your sweet boxes... To fill up their primitive huts, so no fellow ant dies- hungry. I wonder often To myself, Humans with green, blue and yellow revolutions, And Bt products, Are perhaps the only species, Which suffers the worst hungers known. I haven’t seen malnutrition in ants.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Ants
Tiny black bulging dots Marching in a skewed line, They hunt down, The syrupy hints left by your sweet boxes... To fill up their primitive huts, so no fellow ant dies- hungry. I wonder often To myself, Humans with green, blue and yellow revolutions, And Bt products, Are perhaps the only species, Which suffers the worst hungers known. I haven’t seen malnutrition in ants.
soumya
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
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