She lands.
Flies again,
Only to land a second time.
When it's time
She'll fly—for good.
Away.
Leave the bees to their
Honey
And the flies to their
Shit.
A Better place?
You don't know.
Who's to say
There's no shit in heaven?
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Bert
Posted by Trent at 2:45 PM 0 comments
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