Nature's Directions


Inchworm haulin' ass on the edge of my basket,
You seem determined to get where you're going.
You bend, then extend, in movements gymnastic,
But what can I infer from your showing?
The wind blows you off course; your recovery - fantastic!
Still, there's nothing to your knowing.

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