DAUGHTER OF A CRACKED MIND
Little Bug - Poem by DAUGHTER OF A CRACKED MIND
Softest of little bugs, wrapped up tight
Handed to me on a cold winters night
Can someone, please turn on the light?
This precious little bug, I need to sight
Little bug, to my eyes you are a delight
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