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Sep 2018
The flies fly relentlessly,
all around my head,
I swat at them repeatedly,
but its as if my hands are lead.

Three of them around me,
another 5 are in the room,
flitting here and landing there,
and by my eyes the zoom.

They land on my shoulder,
they do not cause me pain,
but I am thoroughly annoyed,
they are driving me insane.

The incessant buzzing,
one just crawled into my nose,
landing on my monitor,
they sit in a repose.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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