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The Ant

Damn ants- found one walking on my good glass table. grabbed a napkin pinched it over the black body. there's something so unnatural about having a bug in your home. how the hell do they roam in anyway? You'd think the rest of the world would be room enough for one little black bug.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/4/2019 9:14:00 PM

LOL! And where one is...there are more! The ants are always marching!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/4/2019 3:05:00 PM

So sad; you are a murderer, and proud of it then? Hmmmmmm

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 4/5/2019 11:56:00 AM

Forgive me Caren. I never meant it to be so callous. I make every effort to escort a bug back outside whenever possible. The poem is a voice and does not reflect my personal feelings on the matter. All my best Allen

Line Gauthier

Date: 4/3/2019 11:52:00 PM

LOL good one, Allen. Love it.

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 4/4/2019 12:03:00 AM

Thanks Line

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 4/3/2019 11:04:00 PM

YOud think! Ive got them in my pantry.. Smiling. BG

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 4/3/2019 11:07:00 PM

Don't like them suckers