conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Friday, July 30, 2004
My Friend the Fly
By Don
A little fly,
just stopped by,
to rest and say hi,
Oh my, my,
he did sigh,
How high the sky,
in which I fly,
Would you like to give it a try?
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