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Something inspired from riding the bus. |
| I wonder what the ant thinks Riding out waves of vibrations from my sole to his I wonder what that caterpillar thought As he glided across my knuckles when I caressed him with my finger and scattered away Did he think of me as a god? Was he filled with the Holy Ghost? Then what did he think as he slipped from my hand? Did he call out my name during his fall from grace? |