Inchworm

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I am an inchworm.

I do not rush.

I yearn to find my better self.

My bad self I shall crush.

 

The days are getting shorter,

As I am getting older.

I am reaching my last quarter,

I will defeat this great boulder.

 

The day has finally come.

It is time for me to depart.

So long my dear chums!

I cherish you with all my heart.

 

I am no longer an inchworm.

I have finally earned my wings.

My term has come to a close.

I am on to better things.

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