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the tiniest ant I ever laid

eyes on keeps on getting

my attention as

 .

I read this book from

the 50s  entrenched with

interesting words

 .

not used anymore

I take notes, a letter

at a time while she keeps

 .

on moving up and down

around the page – slightly

scared if I happen to move

 .

the more engaged if I lay still

or stop reading and turn

golden eyes to her

.

the tiniest ever so fast so

busy I’ll guess

she’s from the 50s too

.

quickly coming and going

she seems to exists cause

I’m looking at her though

 .

she was before

.

.