poem – and it did not fly

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and it did not fly.

there is a mayfly stuck in the little pine 

and i would rescue it if i didn’t know what 

bug bites felt like. i don’t know how he got

there. you would think

something with wings

would be smarter than you.

but it seems we are the same.

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