A fly died-
Was Crushed
By a fly swatter.
His death was not hard though,
It hit him before he even saw it.
Sure he writhed-
Only reflexes.
His life wasn�t much-
Dissolving food then eating it,
Loitering in windows,
He was a cat�s toy.
Some even called him a pest
Or a bug.
He never saw it coming.
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