“As The Worm Turns” old, fat, and cold-slowed – living a languid dirt life: not me! nightcrawler! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... January 21, 2016January 21, 2016 by richwrapper Categories: Compost, Haiku, J Richards, Poem, PoetryTags: As The Worm Turns, cold-slowed, dirt life, fat, Nightcrawler, old