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 The Death Of A Fly by Russell Edson 
						There was once a man who disguised himself as a housefly and went about the neighborhood depositing
 flyspecks.
 Well, he has to do something hasn't he? said someone to
 someone else.
 Of course, said someone else back to someone.
 Then what's all the fuss? said someone to someone else.
 Who's fussing? I'm just saying that if he doesn't get off the
 wall of that building the police will have to shoot him off.
 Oh that, of course, there's nothing so engaging as a dead
 fly.
 I love dead flies, the way they remind me of individuals
 who have met their fate . . .
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