Tadpoles
Tadpoles squirm erratically
In a roadside pond
Out on the asphalt
Their road kill mother is a monument of Darwinism
While another fiberglass beast disfigures her further
Still the tadpoles squirm about
Exploring the ponds rainbow colored waters
They shall, soon enough, run out of world
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