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My Shoe the Executioner

I saw a hornet today
It was a small event
It hurriedly writhed on the asphalt
Its thorax heaved, wings squirming
Trying as it might to escape Earth's clutch I stepped on it, smearing its shredded carcass across the pavement
It was a small event


- JyB

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