The Fly

October 24, 2008
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Passing by,
Twisting and spinning
Soaring through the sky.
Weaving through the flowers and trees.
Swerving past a pond.
Free, more free than bees.
Past the land and in the wood there was a spider.
This spider had a web
In the web were other flies shaking and getting tighter.
The fly flew into the web and was caught
The spider looked to see what he had got.
The fly squirmed and wiggled, he was stuck even though he fought.
The spider spun the fly until in a web he was wounded
The fly knew it was over.
And the spider gulped him downed.

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