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Nighttime
Nighttime:
My eyes drooping.
The night sky, black as paint.
The nocturnal still venture out in
these ungodly hours.
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That Darn Old Fly
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That Darn Old Fly!
It all started at dinner.
We heard it while cooking.
We heard it while eating.
“BUZZ BUZZ!,” it went.
We covered our food as I grabbed the fly swatter.
But alas, he kept flying higher and higher.