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Two butterflies passing through the last days of twilight winter. Dreamy soring with each day of spring. Toes twitching, aching to fly, lifes' winter rambles by. Inward beauty masks the hesitancy of flight. Wings laden with pleasue, beautiful as high mountain retreats. The journey calls, winters' destination is left behind. Oh soft and gentle flight, sparkled wings now four delight. A gasp a pause a breath of air, then two tender calls. Spring and Summer on to fall ... fly fly fly Robert A Flaspoehler Copyright ©2002 Robert A. Flaspoehler 
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