Out in the yard there is a butterfly
That sits on top the chair
Everyday
Every spring
This butterfly is my butterfly
Well
It's not technically mine
It doesn't have my name on it
But I believe it comes for me
This butterfly comes everyday
Every spring
Every year
Just to sit on top of my chair
My chair
My butterfly
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Be super and other poems
PoetryI am not a story writer but I am a poet. Here are some of my old poems as well as some of my new ones that I have just made. Hope you enjoy!
