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Poem: Ants


they shamble and amble
in the dead of the night
marching
and
marching
across my floor
straggling by twos
and troops of threes
storming my sugar
and all of my bowls

‘get out!
get out!’
I scream and I shout
but the ants don’t care
they just go on their way
taking their time
taking my snacks
leaving me nothing
just nothing at all

and soon they’ll be back
coming to take me along!

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