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| When it rains the worms come out. They don't mumble, much less shout. Worms prefer a muddy spot Where the sun is not too hot. They can slither on at will, Even climb a little hill. Purple-brown, they hug the earth, Never fearing for their worth. They can pull themselves along With a body that is strong. If perchance they're cut in two They may still survive, that's true. If they're caught, and all forsook, They may come to bait a hook. | ||
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