there is a fly upon my wall
I am huge but he is very small
l watch him from my prison bed
what thoughts are passing through his
head
he is just a fly
does he know hes in a prison cell
because I know it too well
he starts to fly and buzz around
I barely see him but I hear his sound
through the bars he fles and he's free
who is the dum one him or me.
the little fly
by
Scott lunn
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