Shall the morrow wait?
Shall it hold till sun,
shall it be late?
yet the morrow must come.
We need the warming light
The bright rays of warmth
shall end the nightmare's fight
Warmth melts the bitter air
Chasing the chill far and wide
Forcing it to run and hide
come forth my dearest morrow
Chase away the chill and sorrow
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A Day in the life of an Outcast Butterfly
Everyone knows that butterflies migrate from north to south every year. But what happens when one butterfly strays from the rest. When that butterfly chooses to be different and not fit in. To see over things then it had already seen. But when that b
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