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ANTS Looking down at my feet, I see Fire ants marching single-file, An animated scission cleaves My driveway into symmetry, Heads, abdomens, and thoraxes Undulating in sync, rhythm Advancing their feet, marathon Motorcade processions across Ultra violent baked pavement, Trisected pods incandescent With boiling innards, compulsive Unrelenting zeal blinds them to Temperate terrain five feet off, Shade supplied unselfishly by Unmutilated Crepe Myrtles |
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