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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.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Born With Wings
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.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
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