C+-+Bugs+Poem

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Bugs....

Yesterday I got up And saw a bug In the bathroom Sitting on the Sink Eating toothpaste. I killed him.

I wouldn’t have anything To do with bugs. They’re ugly. They like the dark And climb through pipes

I read they are among The oldest of living things, Living through everything And in earlier times Growing huge

Yet when I sleep Or look up I can feel them.