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Jan 2013
If it isn't enough

That a soul doesn't know how to pretend being other than who they are

That they are a tiny bit shy around folks they don't know

That they can't help but flit about like a butterfly from thought to thought

That they dance and move to music that wells up from within them

Even though others can't hear it

That they laugh and cry as emotion moves them

If that isn't enough

*Perhaps it should be
Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson
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Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson  Prince Edward Island
(Prince Edward Island)   
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