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May 2023
Misses Pifflewhiff was a strange old gal;
She was away with the butterflies
Most of the time.

(I know what you are thinking.)

No, she never went with the fairies.
No fairies for her.  She preferred butterflies.
And on their wings, the old gal would fly;

In her imaginative way of thinking.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Cody Smith
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