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Mar 2015
Butterflies are but pretty memories
Greeting cards flying in the breeze
Fondest thoughts and worthwhile care
Recollecting pony tails and braided hair
Plastic tiaras, capes, and sceptres
Dress up games, now hallowed spectres
Wings renewed throughout new days
Nectar to this soul, filled in many ways.
For my daughter Kayla Jaclyn
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