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~A CANNONBALL AND A BUTTERFLY~
A cannonball he was,
Wild, brash and bold,
Leveling all around him
With steely, icy cold.
A butterfly was she,
Fine and delicate,
Loving as an angel,
These two should not have met.
A cannonball is deadly
A butterfly is life,
These two cannot co-exist
Without turmoil, heartache, strife.
As his solid strength came roaring near,
Threatening to flatten her dead,
She pulled away just in time,
And escaped with her heart and her head.
© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)
The Writers' Corner
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