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Unread 01-01-2018, 12:18 PM
Edmund Conti Edmund Conti is offline
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Witness


You heard a fly buzz—when you died—
You were still in the room—
I said I wasn’t there—I lied—
I came to share your doom.

I meant to fly around and leave
But someone said it was you
I thought—therefore—that I should grieve
But first--for fun—I’d buzz you.

So here I fly—just interposing
In your poem to make a hash of
But here is Death—I must be closing.
And now—Miss D.—I’ll dash off.
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