One morning a little black ant lay prostrate;
On the upper side of a fallen big log.
At last it'd found favour in the eye of fate;
Getting such a warm place in the midst of a fog.
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Well...this is a touching poem bro, well written, beautiful rhyms
a poem with a message to us all of don't get to comfortable in one place because things are never what they seem? ..............well written