Short Sweet Story

It sat on my pie, a sly little fly
Then on a crumb on my cheek
I saw it from the corner of my eye
I slapped me hard and screamed out loud
As the sly fly flew high, into a bright cloud

PS: A short sweet story happens when a terribly tiny tale does not

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