BUTTERFLY FOR JC  September 1, 2006


I looked way up — up in the air

A butterfly was flying there

It seemed still —and then would dart

I wanted it with all my heart


But heart of me and soul of me

I felt that maybe It could be

For ‘tho ‘tis true “butterflies are free”

One, at least is just for me.

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