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Butterfly Flew West
by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on… Continue reading
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How The Bee Came To Be
by Michael Plante Reaching out into the vastnessthe Creator caught a shooting star“my aren’t you a feisty one,” he claimed;“full of energy and spunk.” The star vibrated in the Creator’s palma tingling sensation incurred. “I have an idea for you,”… Continue reading
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Shadows of The Heart
by Michael Plante Green Grassclear skyno past to let go ofno future to worry aboutjust my lover and I. 20 worn fingers that time has blessedgrey hair and soft wrinkleslaugh-lines that define a life well livedmemories make the best smilesin… Continue reading
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