An ode to a worm
a short poem of a worm
The kingdom was small, barely three cities worth of people and land, but the thought rarely ever crossed the inhabitants' minds. The Castle, centered in the very middle of all the land, was small in the same way the kingdom itself was- you wouldn't realize it unless it was pointed out. A land ruled by the Queen, watch...
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