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This poem is by Ella
A flick beetle is flickering around my room
It pings like coins hitting the concrete as it hits the windows.
and I think it has gone
But then it flicks again
against the window pane.
Then it dive bombs to the floor
Dull flits now, like tiny people trying
to make a lot of noise.
I can see it now through the darkness,
in the corner near the door
I can hear my flick beetle dying
It is gone.