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The Coming of the Toads 
Bit of an anty climax?
I don’t get it . Is this supposed to be funny ? Only one red ant ? I’m not buying that for one inst ant !
Ants: wants, rants, and can’ts.
sycoph ant .
Yes, a toady.
There you have it! Love the blue shoes. Of course I had to watch the whole thing. You see, it was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that I wrote a line for a student having difficulty reading. I simply typed the word “ant” across the page. And the student took the time to stop at every ant, reading the word aloud, as if for the first time, left to right, pointing to each word, sounding each word aloud, anew. Anyway, that’s where the idea for today’s concrete poem came from. And now Dan has his red ants, too.
Aunts are the best in all colors!
Aunty Babs!
The ant in blue led me to an interesting New Yorker story. Very strange.
Yes – E. O. Wilson. Good story! It’s now out in a novel, “Anthill” (I read the story, but I’ve not read the novel):
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125507063
Joe: I loved your ants and the commentary that followed.
Yes, had some fun with a week or so full of ants and stuff!