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TO A FLY...AND FLIES
Why do you distract me with your tambourine? Why wash your filthy hands into my meal? Why spoil my solitude, is it a sin? Why rob me of comfort; why steal my feel? Li'l fly, d'you wish to die or live a foe? No answer? Prepare for my deaf'ning blow! This is a warning, the first and last A plea, of c