Once a Fly sat on the Sky,
looked down and cried:
Hi !
Today all the skies
are speckled by the shit
of numberless flies!
The sight of the achievement
fills every fly with pride
and blissful merriment:
What a Great Nation we are
to have improved so
the Lord's operah !
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Stan Sýkora, Castano Primo, April 2005
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