Feb 2015
I counted
Thirty-three flies
Stuck
On the fly-paper.
A few stll
Wiggled their wings,
But the feet
Were cemented.
Even if you're born
With wings,
You can't fly off
When well-grounded.
Thirty-three flies
Stuck
On the fly-paper.
A few stll
Wiggled their wings,
But the feet
Were cemented.
Even if you're born
With wings,
You can't fly off
When well-grounded.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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