To eat my dinner, I was about to try, when I noticed before me, a Fly on my pie. He jumped from there on to my veg, with a peice of my pie upon his leg. peas,potatoe and gravy he tried, his very last meal before he died. The fly he's not a very good mate, he'll eat with out asking the food from your plate...
Reason for writing:
Just dont like flies !!!..
Birth sign: Capricorn
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