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My Butterflies
I know not where they come from
these jittery butterflies of mine.
But they plague me throughout the day.
They keep me from eating.
They keep me from sleeping.
They leave me weak-kneed,
clammed hands.
One tiny thought of my love
and here they come again!
My good friends now,
my jittery butterflies.
Mary Rose
Englant Weber
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