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The Germ
(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

The Germ

A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.

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I recited this poem as a school asignment. Most of the kid iked it.