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Disenchanted (Free verse) by molly A moth beats itself
against the windowpane
A child flings herself
against the same glass door.
Wings and arms that know only motion,
They speak the same language:
"Make me a butterfly."
Up the ladder:
Harvest
Down the ladder:
Wife beater t-shirt
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Posted: July 30, 2002 6:04 PM PDT; Last modified: July 30, 2002 6:04 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.5042653 Overall Rank: 2657 Comments:
"woman" and "change", my bad.
..Da1
normally i have this things against moths cuz my first poem well..nevermind..still a witty little ditty <texaco.belladona.mandrake.lotion.fer
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Color me crunchy.
by the way yet another mezmorizing peice and im not just trying to get in your knockers.it's so innocent and prissy if you arent a women you should get a sex cahnge