The Earthworm Keeps His Hair
The Earthworm Keeps His Hair
Do you ever wish for a second, that you were an earthworm,
living in the soil, the slightly colder part of the world?
You could be happy there, where your oxygen didn't come from polluted air!
And lazily soaking up vitamins, and being apart of the life in living, was
your only concern, or care.
You might find content in knowing that your values were much more valuable than
the people above. Who are aimlessly trying to find happiness by ripping out each others own hair!
You'd know you were alright down there.
All the secrets from the fresh water, and the quiet hare, about what really matters here, you wouldn't even need to share!
I often wish I were an earthworm for a second. So I could stay sane, and not get
oppressed for simply possessing my natural hair!
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