the dying fly
The dying fly is on his back
I cant see his eyes
As he has so many
And as I had swatted him
I felt the least I could do
Would be to watch him die
It was only then I realised
I should have swatted myself
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The dying fly is on his back
I cant see his eyes
As he has so many
And as I had swatted him
I felt the least I could do
Would be to watch him die
It was only then I realised
I should have swatted myself
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Francine
Sat 1st Aug 2009 23:20
Awww...
It is sometimes hard to not want them out of our way...
They are here for a reason, as we all are...