It landed on our butter, I said, “please don’t Fly Away. Father kind of chuckled and Mama said, “You know in some ways I think he wants to STAY!” My little baby sister, filled with wonder, her eyes sparkled BRIGHT. So many, many years ago, in the morning sunshine, its wings were blue, yellow and black and WHITE.
Nothing can be better than to watch a BUTTERFLY. It takes away a lot of that stormy weather, now as the years have FLUTTERED By…..
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