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Sep 2014
Oh fly, fly, where have you been ?
a freshly laid dog **** or some moldy old cream ?,
buzzing this way and spluttering that,
spiraling angrily on to the cat,
bang into the wall then on to the floor,
like a mad game of pinball with a very high score.
Where next, my fluffy black friend,
a  slam of a book and I'm afraid its the end !

© H V Swan
My attempt at a more light hearted poem, with some tongue in cheek humor added into the mix.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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