My Class Distraction

December 19, 2009
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My Class Distraction

Teacher talks I do ignore; she’s such a bore.
I spy a fly who yelped for help.
The fly lay on the ground lost and confounded.
The fly cried for his outside world.
He wished not to die a lonely fly.
He rolled in the mold and lost all control.
Silence came over and rested the pest.
The fly died, I say my good-bye.
Today I obeyed and did my work.
I wrote of the fly that cried for a friend,
Until he met his very end.

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