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| I sit here trying to write. |
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| I hear a buzzing round my head. |
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| Man! I wish that fly were dead! |
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| I swat at him, only to miss. |
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| YUCK!! I think he just gave me a kiss!! |
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| The angrier I get, the more he dives. |
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| Is this fly a cat? Does he have nine lives?? |
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| You would think by now, he would get the hint. |
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| Yet he continues to act like I am flavored of mint! |
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| That's it fly! You've had it now! |
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| I bet this flystrip could hold a cow!! |
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| He makes a daring dive once more. |
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| Swatter in hand, fly spray too... |
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| His own mother won't know him when I get through! |
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| Battle time is here, and I'm ready to fight! |
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| HEY! That's not fair, he flew from my sight! |
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| Hours pass, and still no show. |
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| I guess back to writing I will go. |
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| To my left, I give a glance. |
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| I spot him! Perhaps hiding by chance? |
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| I ignore him, and continue to work. |
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| I grab my swatter with a huge evil smirk. |
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| One swift WHACK! That's all it took. |
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| And that my friends, is the end of this book... |
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