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Going Into Grass

Ants on legs and arms...
lifting picnic crumbs collide,
going into grass.

Johnny Sumler
7-2-11
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Wesley Avatar
September 24, 2011 at 10:22 PM
Why not eat them too Johnny? Crisp at least! Love the feeling of desperation in this one. Luv, Elizabeth
Dietrich Avatar
July 2, 2011 at 2:27 PM
Those bumbling ants, oh my, that's a fun picture of them, johnny. Yes, you ARE a young'un. I remember very well my 30's. All the world seemed so bright!!
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