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Their Little World (23/365)

Posted on July 19, 2009 by Christina

An ant crawls curiously toward my hemline
He’s not the biting type
He lives near grass so drenched
With pesticides
My skin erupts on contact
And I thought Bakersfield
Was bad.

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