ant slavesA Poem by bubblefetu got so small
balancing on these beams
funny looks from the other posts as i frolic down to my spot it is mine my gym my place mine for a time till im on the move and frolic by funny looks from platformed spots the wind blows as i frolic quickened my feet as my arms wave hello and goodbye aha till next time you cant get me but always try best and worst part of the day quitting forced to get down sad to go but the staring grounds eyes welcome as if heroic something i did fear controlling there lives scared to make a move of there own on the ground forever to roam © 2015 bubblefetAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2015 Last Updated on January 27, 2015 Author
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