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Such pesky little things,
Completely black and fury
With two wings,
Which make my head explode.

I scare them away,
With my books and words
But like little suicide bombs
They return, hungry for more.

My eyes loose their focus
When two or more appear,
A whole squadron
Of brave little pilots.

But I lost my patience
On their previous Blitz,
I take my aerosol gun
And shoot them down without remorse.

Later I watch,
How their little wrecks
Fall and crash on the solid floor
With no survivors to be counted.

But as soon as I sit down
And think this war has ended
The noise of their new engines
Hits my brain like a spike.

Writes 24 Hours a day, 7 days a week. As long as he gets his free can of Coke.

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The following comments are for "Flies"
by WriterX

ohhh that brings back the memories of those pesky little things. (; good read, thanks!

just so you know, the first line of the 3rd stanza says "loose," and i know you probably meant to say "lose." yep, just thought i'd bring that to your attention if you wanted to quick change it.

anyway, thanks for the read! i enjoyed it. (;
take care.

( Posted by: ducktape [Member] On: September 5, 2006 )

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