and evening gently fell

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on the quiet cloud of bugs

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dusty crusty fragments

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sitting on their little bods

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they rested on a hilltop

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with greener twinkled grass

 

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the cloud of each and every one

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congealing in a mass

 

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from far away a sight to see

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this huddle of tiny crawlers

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shaded by white murky mountains

 

 

just a top their shoulders

 

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like snow that has accrued

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they made up one big pile

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the whiteness of their oneness

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dreamed inside their cloudy shell

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and when day broke

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small eyes blinked open

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antennae attune for travel

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nature’s journey

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a winding path!

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a sneeze across the gravel

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steady goes those dainty ones

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ready for any struggle

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for just like god, they move across

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earth’s giant, pretty marble 

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a family of bouncing weebles

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forging streaks across the sky

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a perfect bunch of ivory steeples

 

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these milky pilgrims float to fly