Dung Beetle - Poem by Doreen Gildroy
Be kind to me, a mess. I represent
things larger than me
I do not fear.
Whatever you think, or like--
I live. Oh,
Pushing up the hill--
I feel myself at work.
You are larger than I think,
and that is very comforting to me.
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