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| wheat in this together |
There’s a butterfly on my toe.
I don’t feel it; I see it.
My toe is happy, I’m happy and I think the
butterfly is happy.
The butterfly walks around a bit in my toe
garden.
I don’t feel a thing.
A butterfly’s feet are gentle.
A fly I would feel.
An ant too.
Butterflies are the ballerinas of the
insect world.
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