Butterfly Wings

Thinking about Miss Latte today. I wrote a poem about her. Butterfly Wings A gray butterfly loses earthly whiskers and soft gray fur, grows her angel wings, glorious gray butterfly wings, and flies over a misty rainbow, crossing Heaven's meadow, years too soon for me.

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