Flies Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Flies



Bodies dirty bunched
open sores flies eggs
probiscus pick eating
noses walk in and out
filled so lovely in green
angle wings take outs
always on the flys eye.

Thursday, April 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,green,wings
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