Crawling for a distance,
I think for an instance,
Gazing at those substance,
Thought am I a disturbance,
As it halts and takes a glance,
Resuming another launch.
Take my pace once,
And leave it far behind,
It caries a heavy laden,
I never have one even,
Shameless shall people be,
Little creatures carry burden,
Crawling under the rain,
Big creatures complain
Even carrying a pin!
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