Love Poem: Insect Intellect
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Written by: John-Ovan.P. Hull

Insect Intellect

All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time of year
Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer
Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die
Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive
Autumn's the busiest time of year
Lest not forget there's mountains to clear.