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Of Butterflies and Moths

Looks like a butterfly,

Stings like a bee.

Do I or do I not

Wish this could be me?

Never held accountable,

For all the things been said.

No heights insurmountable,

As beauteous wings are spread.

My winds are not as pretty,

My age does not entice,

But, I'm very often witty,

When you know me, I'm quite nice.

But, I poor moth, must flit aloft,

Absorbing barbs and blame.

Complaining not, becomes my lot,

Or be devoured by Flame!!  

Hannah (1999)

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