Lord of the Flies

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    Lord of the Flies

     A man came bumbling alone,
    Retched voice crowing a song.

    Every man he passed by
    Fell, dropped like a fly.

    He came close to me as I choked,
    Smiled like a shark, he spoke,

    "Don't you recognize me? It is I,
    Beelzebub, the lord of the flies."

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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