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Nov 2011
You buzz around my face
black fly.

the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day

shoo fly don’t bother me

may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be

if you were me and I was you
                      fly
would you swat and swing at me?
Courtney Dougal
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Courtney Dougal
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   Peter Pan
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