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The Centimetre-Worm
On a summer day
While harvesting the first sunflower seeds
I felt the shyest tickle on my arm
As if the smallest creature in the world
Wanted me to pay attention to it
And it was so – a centimetre-worm
Whose dream was to be an inchworm someday
Arching its little green self in a dance
Of nature: “Look at me too!” was its theme
And when its adagio was complete
I politely bowed the worm-in-training
Stage right onto a refreshing tomato leaf
On a summer day
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