Life of a Fly Circling the room for awhile, then he bolts for the sky, a quick turn at the window, that’s the life of a fly. Spilled soda on a table, some crumbs on the floor, discovering a brave new world through rough every open door. Ain’t much to see here. facades weathered and bland. I know nothing about this town. Found a place to land. Good t…
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