Mr Fly, what can be said about him? He was a fly who lived everyday like it was his last, because everyday was his last because he only lived one day.
You will never be forgotten, Mr Fly, because every fly is like a beautiful snowflake, a snowflake that eats it's food and reguritates it back up and eats it again.
Fair thee well, Mr Fly. May the next world be kinder to you than this one was. Mr Fly, RIP September 10, 2004-September 10, 2004
