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Butterfly...A poem.
- Author Dussicar
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Fluttering in the field. The colours of infinite beauty.
Swooping and diving carefree.
You fill my heart with joy.
Were you born in that field over there or some mystical land we will never know?
Do you have children of your own or are you waiting for that special someone?
You make everyone...
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