The Fly

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I remember when mommy was all mine.
Whenever I needed her, she was there.
And I thought nothing could come between us.
But one day, a fly came.
How innocent it seemed at first.
But overtime, it grew to be annoying.
And now I can't get the fly to go away.
It never reaps a moment of silence.
And now the fly has mommy all to itself.





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SecretSearcher This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 7, 2011 at 10:31 am
Great poem! I loved the metaphor!
 
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