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What Cicadas Mean To Me

Cicadas are a pretty bug They live under the ground Every seventeen years they come Up from where they are found They go up in the trees to mate They make a funny sound God made the Cicadas too Thats nature balanced and bound They land upon my shoulder I take them by their wings I talk to them and say hello It's like they really know What I am saying is so true I feel so bad and it's so sad To see what Cicadas do After they mate they die Yes that is so sad But their babys go under ground Untill another seventeen years Then the cycle goes around

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 7/28/2008 7:37:00 AM
This was very interesting as we have Cicadas in our yard every summer. There must be many different kinds. Now I am tempted to look this up and actually learn something! Thank you. Love, Shar
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Date: 7/28/2008 4:48:00 AM
I've never seen the real cicada. just the shells that they leave behind. This provides facts and knwoledge while possessing a smooth flow. Very well written. Michael
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