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Noshes greed
Little hairy larva, dare not look away,
I know you ate all the shrubby petals in this garden so great.
Now look around, the flowers cry in disdain,
why are you so perky during the sunny days?
Heaven for munchies you think of this flowery place,
why so ravenous you are each moment of the day?
If this garden were the battlefield of hunger games,
you would take away the prize, priding as winne...
Thursday 27th July 2017 10:22 pm
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