Early WormA Poem by RFDIII
The early bird gets the worm.
But what about the worm - should it have been early? And if that bird gets the worm? Then what about the world - should it have been turning? And if the world was made to spin? Should we dance until mid-night - should we set our alarms? So we’ll wake up in a fit… To toss and turn as birds fly in - early worm, early worms. © 2012 RFDIIIAuthor's Note
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