The Worry Wart.

One breezy day that flew far a time away,

There was creature that was found

Whose life was born in burrows underground,

Sheltered in the clay of packed in dirt

Feeding off the shadows of the newborn earth,

On the day it first felt their hurt

To make a way to protect their soft heart,

It became The Worry Wart.

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  1. I like your poems so much that I’ve run shot of words to comment on them. Keep it up!

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