I'll never learn from my mistakes unless I know I'm doing wrong

Jar O' Flies

I caught some flies
and kept them in a jar
I watched them fly
they didn't get very far

I plucked their wings
and watched them crawl
Now they're pulling strings
cause I killed them all

Oh, how I miss them now, but nevermind
I've still got the jar and plenty of flies to find

Poetry by TheLine
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Written on 2006-12-06 at 17:13

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lol Thanks for this, did you watch Damien Hurst on the southbank too then? lol Brilliantly funny....

Tai rolling on the floor, totally plucked! lol

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Zoya Zaidi
Some thing so eerie about it Line!
The metaphor of the jar and flies is well used!
Makes a powerful poem!
Welcome to the bay from my side!
Love, Zoya

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I really like it. Great write. symbolism is intertwined but not overpowering the reality. I love it

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