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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Butterfly
I wish I were a butterfly To flit so cheerfully From flower to blooming meadow Where roses grow blue and yellow
How happy I could be To be so carefree To have no worries or troubles To sip at nectar�s bubbles�..
The joy I could derive From such a simple life To float upon the breeze To flit amongst the trees..
I wish I were a butterfly So pure and colorful as this I would rest upon your petals And sip the sugar from thine lips.. �Ravenmistdawn
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