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I envy you- by Mark Weisbruch
A star lit sky bristles, Sending tiny beams of light my way. I sit in the darkness, Hands folded together. A little bug crawls on my hand. I look at it, It is tiny, As it slowly crawls around, I count its legs. It has twelve. How fortunate a creature a beetle, To have spare body parts, Stored up like flat tires. I envy you. I crush it.
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