Trashing, it scrambled along the shiny surface of the metal sink.
Millions of legs running,
Antenna stretched searching for sanctuary.
Frozen, I watched it sink, one bit of its hinged body at a time.
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Tina, there's only one suitable reply to yours, mine: Cheers, Jerry MILLIPEDE With all those legs legs, one would suspect you'd travel as high speed? But observing your ridiculous gait, they just impede you. Silly millipede.