Love is Lonely

Red Bug

Red Bug
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I saw many adventures
Of a tiny insect,
On every single night,
On every single day.

With simple overtures,
Which people could expect,
Yet, still causing delight.

A man whose heart is pure
And always so direct,

With so little power,
Mostly gets himself wrecked
Fighting for what is right.
A hero so humane
That he often fails

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