

LadybugTwo bugs move across the sill. One probes around the metal Clumsy in each step taken; Fluttering wings with each fall.Ladybug
The other studies his step Long before ever moving, Only going with this thought, That outside is still in grasp.
Yet in the end, with all things, Both can see that its fickle, To survive in a desert Of humanities great work.
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