Butterfly!
Everyday I sit,
Everyday I wait,
For the butterfly to fly
With a broken watch out of date.
I sit never quite comfortable
Until at last the grass begins to grow,
Then I must go fly away, like
A butterfly with a broken watch out of date,
I no longer have to sit,
So I no longer have to wait.
poem by Brittanie Thornton
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