Caroline Misner

The Fly - Poem by Caroline Misner

A brief life,
but benevolent,
killed between my
palms, felled like
an oak. Life is
uncertain, and life
sucks, little friend.
I guess you learned
that the hard way.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008

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