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  • LIZ WOLFE

    The Butterfly The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone... Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly way up high It went away I' m sure because it wished to kiss the world goodbye. For seven weeks... more

    Reviewed by julieann081 Jul 28 2008, 12:38am ( 153 reviews ) lizwolfe.com

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