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