The butterfly alights upon
A boulder formed when Earth was new
I chase my tail around the lawn
And fall face first into the dew
My thoughts aswirl, my mind astray
I realize, my eyes see clear
My Mum is having a birthday
Let's eat some cake! Let's give a cheer!
A sweeping bit of pith and rot
This final couplet: It is not.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
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