The Worm

THE WORM

        In the gloominess of the night
      or in the brightness of the day
        the worm a flood pillow
         excavates !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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September 4, 2019 at 7:05 PM
Looking back Alkas at one's I've missed. This one is so true. When the rain comes and cools off the hot pavement the worms washed from their homes lay there, and there is a warm worm smell in the air. Smell of dirt and humidity. Great poem Alkas.
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August 21, 2020 at 5:49 AM
Thank you dear Jeff, awaiting for yr return,, salute alkas
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May 1, 2019 at 7:38 PM
If your talking about earthworms they do keep active even at the end of a hook :). Yuk! Good verse , Alkas.. My boys and husband use to and some still do fish.
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August 21, 2020 at 5:40 AM
Very wll dear, so happy that i came to read me salute alkas
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