Quatrain Of Evolution Poem by Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain Of Evolution



Yesterday, a worm was
lying on the hard, damp
ground,

Today, capriciously
appeared a hobo, looking
profound.

The worm has disappeared,
therefore, tis best to
surmise,

The squirmer, no doubt, is
faking it, as a hobo in
disguise.

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