Comments for: To a Black Fly (after Robert Burns) To a Black Fly (after Robert Burns) Wee, sneaky, creeping, fiendish fly, Hobgoblin of June and July, When you come flitting through the sky, The balmy air, Oh, what an itch around an eye And in my hair. Read More Back to story → Read more
To a Black Fly (after Robert Burns) Wee, sneaky, creeping, fiendish fly, Hobgoblin of June and July, When you come flitting through the sky, The balmy air, Oh, what an itch around an eye And in my hair. Read More
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To a Black Fly (after Robert Burns)
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