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as i sit here
i see flocks
of buterflys go by
i think of how
it must be wonderful
for them
they never have someone
telling them what to do
they are completly free
to do what ever
they get to see
so much of the world
and they make
the world a better place
they make it bueatiful
by keeping the flowers alive
i think about how wonderful
it would be to be one of them
but then i think of all
the bad things
they go through
they never have a
warm home to come back to
late at night after work
they never experience
what love truely is
they have no clue
to what friends and family are
they are always on the go
and their lives are so short
they have to have their guard up
everywhere they go
so they can make to
the next day
so i guess it wouldn't be
all that great to be a buterfly
without my friends i would die
and, well, buterflys don't
have friends, family, or someone to love
they live a rather lonely life
locked inside a bubble
and i know i could
never live that way |
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Posted by theoneleftout13 on 2008-02-23 11:50:39 | Rating: | Views: 193
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Nice poem! I truly enjoy reading your work... keep it up!
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Posted by wlamebull
on 2008-02-23 12:20:14
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Nice thoughts.
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Posted by SubTomato
on 2008-02-23 12:26:34
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