Not a Skipper
high in the
highlands
Scotland
where he
found a
new yes
an
entirely new
species of
butterfly and
named it
after his
wife
now
she is
my wife
as i stand
awkwardly
with not one
but a dozen roses
in
hand
thinking
obviously
not planned
very well for how
can this top that
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