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Butterfly

November 4, 2009
By oneradgirl GOLD, Jackson, New Jersey
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oneradgirl GOLD, Jackson, New Jersey
11 articles 3 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away" -Victor Hugo

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Your wings hide
your hideous face
but many love
your colorful place
a meadow of flowers
in many types
or up the brick wall
or down some pipes
your beauty in patterns
laid out on your wings
a tiger, some specks,
like an angel they sing
to our eyes it is
soothing and calm
as we observe
you perch on our palm
your magnificence so much
it could stop a cry
flutter along
you sweet butterfly

© Michael T., Letart, WV

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