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The Fly

There is a fly that keeps buzzing around my head At first I just sit back and watch But he gets more annoying as I'm trying to get myself feed In fact this damn fly takes it up a notch Now his circling down by my mouth, I almost ate him Around and around, how does he not get dizzy I have a feeling this is just the nights prelim Won't this fly show me some pity I'm beginning to feel like I have my own satellite I can hear the buzz of his wings everytime he goes by I'll find that swatter, it's going to the after life For now that buzzing makes me want to get high
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Pauline_Morris
51 / F
Published
Mar 28, 2016
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#fly#buzzing#satellite
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