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Recycled or perhaps "Hey Bob, how ya doin'?"
If you see me, please do not stomp
perhaps I'm just, out for a romp
crawling around, down in the dirt
searching out food, going to work
for if you think, before you step
crushing me flat, breaking my neck
that it was he, who put me here
being not meant, just be a smear
possibly one's, Mom I may be
flying about, flower to tree
transferring pollen, for something to grow
or out in the night, displaying my glow
for if you believe, we all will be back
please think of that first, before you just smack
but if you just must, because I'm a pest
do so in kindness, as I'm put to rest
but if I am food, to be on some plate
take me out quickly, do not hesitate
if this is the case, I'm put here to be
then eat me all up, so again I am free
for I do believe, we'll be here once more
up on a mountain, perhaps on a shore,
out in an ocean, or waiting to rust
we'll all come again, even if in just dust.
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