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I saw a fly today. Not one of those monstrous ones that grow to the size of a little toe nail. It was so tiny, it could have almost flown through the eye of a needle without touching the sides.

And I wondered.

If such a little speck can live and eat and reproduce and even fly. What are all of our achievements compared to the power of nature. We just don't measure up.

I saw a fly today. Not one of those monstrous ones that grow to the size of a little toe nail. It was so tiny, it could have almost flown through the eye of a needle without touching the sides. And I wondered. If such a little speck can live and eat and reproduce and even fly. What are all of our achievements compared to the power of nature. We just don't measure up.

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Bluebird there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

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I keep a canary the same way. It's no comfort in the night, but it's a stoic guard throughout the day.

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I like this for best poem. It took me a while to land on this thought. any thoughts?

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I didn;t write it

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Well, that changes things. Write a poem faggot. P.S. Who's the author. This speaks to me.