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i am that Fly-- the one that Crawled across the sheet-- her last sound and Sight and i want You to know-- its not my fault, she Would have died-- Anyway We flies get a bad rap-- we carry Germs- never met one myself-- Across food i tippy-toe-- i only take One bite- from that little Bite-- she would not -- could not die But let me set the record Straight--when she finally went still-- was i Glad-- one less Swatting and shooing-- but its not my Fault, she would have died-- anyway.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Emily Dickinson's Fly
i am that Fly-- the one that Crawled across the sheet-- her last sound and Sight and i want You to know-- its not my fault, she Would have died-- Anyway We flies get a bad rap-- we carry Germs- never met one myself-- Across food i tippy-toe-- i only take One bite- from that little Bite-- she would not -- could not die But let me set the record Straight--when she finally went still-- was i Glad-- one less Swatting and shooing-- but its not my Fault, she would have died-- anyway.
The fly's response to the narrator in Emily Dickinson's poem, "I heard a Fly buzz - when I died"
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
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