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| Little ant upon my hand, How I wish you did not bite. Since you did you'll understand Why I crush you out of sight. If you'd gone another way, Giving my poor hand wide berth, You might live another day, Crawling happily in earth. Our encounter was pure fate, Though that can't console, I guess. You wish I had come up late, So I would not cause distress. | ||
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