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Ant Hills
by Londis Carpenter
While walking once upon a quite familiar road,
I watched a small anthill where my feet stood.
I watched the ants move in and out their doorway.
It seemed there was no meaning to their hurry.
While driving once atop a quite familiar hill
I watched a village mall with people fill.
I watched the folks go in and out and had a notion.
Like ants, there seemed no meaning to their motion.
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