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A wriggly worm That lives in soil, Enriching it with Its trouble and toil. A wriggly worm With nowhere to go, Yet where it will stop, Nobody knows. Twisting and turning In random places, This worm is a creature Of many faces. Turbulence shows In every crack. As far as turning goes, She has the knack. Twisting and turning In outer space, For this worm is a wormhole And she twists with grace! |
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Interesting thoughts P1...enjoyed the read. Maria |
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Lynn, I've been a bit busy, so haven't posted much in the last few days .. I like the twist in the tail...or head.... hard to tell with worms Jen xx |
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Convaluting, as 'worms' and life can do, clever twisting with words, read this last night, Lynn, but couldn't get a reply box, Zy |
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A twister of a rhyme, Lynn. Nicely developed idea. Gordon |
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