Poem I wrote

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WHEN ANTS WERE MY FRIENDS

When ants were my friends

Never looked at a clock

Always wanted to see 

What was under a rock

Felt the wind in my hair

Smelled leaves and dirt

Watched huge clouds float over

I was always alert

When ants were my friends

I lived close to the ground

So many  treasures

Laying there to be found

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