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What Kind of Worm Are You

By the light of the moon the skeleton danced He was exuberant, happy, thrilled with his mission The surrounding shadows hid their eyes Fearful of his excitement, afraid of who he might convert What if they all started to shed their flesh? A chipmunk asked. A worm who had been hiding under the same leaf nodded. It could be anarchy, mayhem, a catastrophic Armageddon. What kind of worm are you? The chipmunk asked. “A bookworm?” The bookworm was silent; for he was a CIA bookworm.

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Date: 1/14/2022 9:35:00 AM
Most interesting. Your imagination is incredible, Caren. (chuckling)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2022 11:24:00 AM
Thank you Hank. I toss them onto a page as they dance out.