A Song Of Ants
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My wife grumbles when I throw sugar on the floor.
'Hey! You invite pests purposely.'
'No darling see how they carry patiently
And you hear their pleasant song? '
' Dry seasons we struggle to collect food for coming rains
And we have a small party for our relatives.'
Then I think of my few relatives here
They carry fire under the water.
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