(1959 / USA)

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A Flyspeck

We are but flyspecks
On that window pane of life
The window cleaner!


I'm but a flyspeck
On life's great window pane
No! a fingernail





















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Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013


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  • David Wood (4/2/2013 3:01:00 PM)

    A flyspec to be washed off in the rain

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