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Mother Nature's Favorite Son

Written by Gail DeBole on June 4, 2016 He couldn’t understand why He wasn’t well-liked. It always seemed like others Were ready to strike. His mother thought that He was the cutest of all With his eyes so large And his stature so small. He was quite fast And could live on his own. But he couldn’t help cringing When he heard others groan. When he was in sight He was treated worse than a spy. Only Mother Nature can appreciate The life of a fly.

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