Monday, 27 August 2012

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Ode to an Ant

With the first glimpse o earth’s father
It sets up itself for farther
With soft smooth small belly
With four flagella but toily
With lofty aims of conquering heaven
As the Trojan for winning Hellen
With the zeal of getting meal
In a line imitating heel
With the del viberating thought
Is to gather enough till hot
With considering tiresome , fake
Steps out to create fate
In burning May, in bare field of wheat
Tiny toil s without defeat
Who gives the zeal  v1io has made the zest
Nobody else, but GOD the best!




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