Butterflies, O ye that pass
from bloom to bloom, and forever past
deserts of fallow grass,
bring me sunshine distilled from sweet
nectars, and though life be fleet,
rest a moment, and defy defeat.
Friends, I tarry but a while,
and I hope I leave a smile
to last a short, but a moment's, while.
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Printed on: November 21, 2008