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Skillful Fly         

I kicked a bottle top
by the side of the road
and watched as a fly
tracked the lidís
 
every move as it
skimmed and spun
on itís way, then
stopped. The fly
 
perched on the lidís
rim for a second
before flying off.
Skill, I thought.
 
 

 

 

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