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A poem about crispy worms the day after a rain. |
| Ill-dressed and ill-prepared You tip though puddles So we dance ‘round feet ‘round drops For you For you Without fear without thought For you while we can Injured friends squirm in terror Its worth it for you Its all for you And when its done Survivors slither back While the remainder dries The remainder a reminder Of those minutes together We live for you in the rain When you return We’re gone Crispy friends lie in stead Our dance together is done We dance away from the sun But don’t fret We will see you again Whenever its wet. |