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When I was young I had a net, caught Monarchs in it, fevers.      lemonade smiles swang up to the winged tops        of those tall trees on it ran around, topsy curvy chasing falling      making green knees, mom didn't  like me        all brown and green all hot and fevered.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
A poem of butterflies and fevers:
When I was young I had a net, caught Monarchs in it, fevers.      lemonade smiles swang up to the winged tops        of those tall trees on it ran around, topsy curvy chasing falling      making green knees, mom didn't  like me        all brown and green all hot and fevered.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
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