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Sep 4
I envy the equine fly twitch,
the contraction of muscle, the shudder
triggered by the fly’s tickle -
the irritation dispelled in a moment.
I envy that gift to dismiss the torment,
as I sit through another pointless argument.
I never knew that was what this is was called: a fly twitch.  I'd seen it many times and wondered at the ability shudder on comamnd.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
     Thomas W Case, aslı and nivek
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