A Man On The Wall
Of Flies and Men
On a wall, there once sat a man
Life wasn’t something he didn't understand
So he said to the fly,
Hey, if you were like I,
You’d, too, fly straight into that fan
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Finlay Carr-Hopkins
I write poems and stories and stuff.
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