I once owned a very large dew,
The largest of flies were no match,
It glistened and gleaned in the sunlight,
And beetles it'd reg'larly snatch.
This dew started out really small,
but these bugs helped it grow really tall,
on neglect and bad care it would thrive;
sans water it nev'r ceased to strive.
The dew reached max. size in late fall,
was noted most 'silient of all,
then more sunlight it seemed for to pine,
and began a quick, desicive decline.
I mourned for days without end.
I'd lost me my best dewy friend
late wint'r I finally lift'd up my eyes,
and shouted in utter surprise:
"Me big dewy friend is long gone,
but what here see I in the soil?,
a hundred--a thousand li'l dewy friends,
Big dew, I thought you were gone...
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