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  • Poetry » Other, General Re: My world

    My problems of today, won't follow in my footsteps. And new ideas will erupt, like the blast that's called a hiccup. The rhyme for that part is a bit off. ...

    Mar 18, 2008


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson