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Showing posts with label
butterfly
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8.25.2025
alive like that
Model for a poem: A late summer field full of weeds and wildflowers, visited by butterflies and birds.
3.11.2006
specimen poem
Alas, specimen poem, all charm lost, you are now but a pinned and labeled butterfly.
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