Of the life
I recall the old days
-when sat child in silence
-in front of mother,
-or an aunt, or sister.
They would search
-searched and searched
-to clean up insects…
When could find a flea
-would set it on the nails
-of two thumbs; squeezed!
Still, I, easily
-can hear insect's burst
-which sounded as do bones…
Life has changed!
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