Butterfly French Poems

luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris
She said it was the only place to be in the spring
they fit in well
turquoise and green
colors of...

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luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris
She said it was the only place to be in the spring
they fit in well
turquoise and green
colors of...

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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole...

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Balancing wind has moved in with a spin.
Serenity of the forest locked in.
Autumn colors left in October winds,
quantum foliage falls on.

Crow unlocks secret robin, lost...

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When I was young,                                           ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!

The French always tended to invent 
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity, 
French fries, free verse.
When I...

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White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I...

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warrant to arrest 


 From the time when your
 Birthday start Friends & family 
 Having fun .....

 You may get many wishes & gifts
...

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I'm glad that tator tot is out of my life 
but then i seen a french fry
and then i said it can't be true
i started...

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