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The Dinner Guest

‎"Please don't swat me", said the fly.

"My guts will squish and then I'll die.

I know that I can be quite a pest, but is that any way to treat your guest?

I'm content to dine on tasty leftovers in your home, rather than eating in garbage cans all alone.

Next time I joyfully buzz round and round your head,

please ,buzz buzz with me instead of swatting me dead!"

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Jul 21, 2012
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