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Fly


I find it quite absurd,

How this small annoying fly

Will not go into this here cup

Which is its fate to die.

 

Its landed on my hand,

And on about 3 of the chairs

And now its on a crayon

So it’d better say it’s prayers.

 

I am tired of this pest,

Who has been here all this time

I hope that it has learned 

About of how to rhym

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