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Poetry By: Kellerina

A poem inspired by my 7 year old daughter (who was at the time 3 years old).

Submitted:Apr 11, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   

Happy little Buttermoth flying through the sky.
Like a tiny little angel does the Buttermoth fly.
Flutter, flutter, flutter, like a happy happy dance,
Flying through my life is not by chance.

Everytime I see a Buttermoth I'll smile a happy thought,
And think of the laughter that my little Charisma brought.
See you are not a Buttermoth, but a butterfly.
But to me always a Buttermoth, and only I'll know why.


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