The Fly & the Bellow Man

The fly that glides lands on the skin.
Slays the waste of rusty sin.
Awakes the man rage with squawk.
Slender wings lifty stock.
Folly stance seeks it’s bane.
No slain in sight no victory to claim.
Quick with swift away with Whisk.
Flees to his flat in happy bliss.

– ZuZu Gold

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