When i was a child, i liked tasting any candy i happened to see, but as i grew older, i realized those are a great meal to the worms in my innards. Will you shun old habits or nay? That's the question.
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I don__ know [why we're here]. People sometimes say to me, __hy don__ you admit that the humming bird, the butterfly, the Bird of Paradise are proof of the wonderful things produced by Creation?_ And I always say, well, when you say that, you__e also got to think of a little boy sitting on a river bank, like here, in West Africa, that__ got a little worm, a living organism, in his eye and boring through the eyeball and is slowly turning him blind. The Creator God that you believe in, presumably, also made that little worm. Now I personally find that difficult to accommodate_
I don't see anything other than pretensions and low mentality in women who make a man run after a hole that would soon be inhabited by termites and worms.
Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.
The early bird gets the first worm, but the wisest bird gets the fastest one.
The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.
The worm__ bad luck is the bird__ good fortune.
Every single living thing is food to at least one living thing.
My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.
You're the measure of my true decline. Your home isn't in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka.
She treats herself as if she is a divine worm born of sand and stone.
I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.
LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds it to her babies,And there is the birdThat kills its frail babiesJust to eat the worm.There is the loverWho argues thatThere is neverEnough love,And there is the other loverWho argues that love isAll there everWas.