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buzzing from room to room,
we see little merwyn rushing about his
business,
though as a simple onlooker, ]
we are clueless to what it is, his business
is.
and with kaliedoscope eyes, he directs all of his
concentration
on the weary and painstakingly endless task at
hand,
that will abosrb him for the remainder of his
flighty life.
we spy curiously at him from our
perches,
twisting our heads in confusion,
prying with our mind's eye upon the business
of whom this business belongs
shifty eyed we spy the flying fly,
and hands creeping slowly to our rolled up
magazines,
we truly hope our hands are quicker than his many
eyes
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aim at mrbigfoo,
distracted with his shoes untied.
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