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Once I was a butterfly

Once I was a butterfly: FLUTTERING, Flying, Soaring over the people below, The children playing in the grass. Looking at the bugs B



W The beautiful autumn colors. I fly. Now: I float around town Looking at the people I pass Pondering, And contemplating.

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