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Oct 2
We were beautiful once.
Beautiful mom, handsome dad.
Such beautiful children produced.

But what is the use when scattered
From pillar to post all around this earth
And cannot find our way back to our home.

Butterflies makes themselves beautiful
From an ugly worm inside a strange case.
They are always able to find their way home.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
24
   Cloudydaze
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