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Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Nailah D'arcy

Life is but a fly
It goes on by & by
oh why, oh why?
Ticks on by
As the time fly. Do we die?
Is it just a cry or a shy
That floats on by, with the fly
Oh why, oh why?
Do we cry?
Is it because the shame the guilt
The feelings of neglect
All by this fly?
This fly of time
Oh, why oh why
does time fly
Why does it tick on by?
I guess as it fly
We would never know why?

 By Nailah D'arcy

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