I stepped on a beetle
Put it on the table to look at its broken and golden back
I waited, feeling somehow it was not dead
And when it started to crawl, I knew my faith
Had fragile legs
October 27, 2018 by Eric Rasmussen
I stepped on a beetle
Put it on the table to look at its broken and golden back
I waited, feeling somehow it was not dead
And when it started to crawl, I knew my faith
Had fragile legs
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