They trudge, they tramp,
they plod and slog and lumber,
earthbound all, moles and men,
so small they look from the vantage
of the merest bird or bee.
*title by Nananoyz
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I’m working on my own piece with this title.
Nice. It belongs to you. I’ll link to yours if you want.
I’m linking to you. It’ll publish tomorrow.
ok 🙂
‘Or bee’! A sublime ‘clincher’ to a marvellous piece. Bravo