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The Midge

There was once a midge who lived for a day,
This is a rare thing for a midge you see,
Most live for minutes and hours they say,
But this one little midge decided, hay not me,
I shall not conform to the midge way,
So as he ascended to the deadly sky he hid in a tree,
His friends and family continued and got so high,
They could not breathe or think or fly,
This little midge that minute thought, my oh my,
Why do I survive as most midges die?
And then it came to him, he need not try,
For he was no midge, he was a fly.

morithomson

@morithomson

Aiming for infectious clarity.

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