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This Fucking Fly

This fucking fly
It had to die
Flying past the food that fries

Buzzing in her kitchen
Zipping past her eye
Floating by the chicken
This motherfucking fly

She grabbed the swat
The fly had stopped
To rub his eye all the while
Buzzing and hissing
Slap! She ended it's bitchin'

This damn thing is dead
This damn creature she deplored
Sad little fly,
was damned the day he was born
This fucking fly was bound die

Written by wolfman
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