#1208, the Poet of the Hill

Without Warning

Entry posted by treygreen13 November 13, 2008

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Without warning

as a whirlwind

swoops on an oak

A lawnmower takes an ant

We ants have made ourselves illustrious

Through constant industry industrious.

So what?

Would you be calm and placid

If you were full of formic acid?

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