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Wings of Choice
29 October 2002, Tuesday

Like a butterfly,
I float from tree to tree;
from place to place
in life, until
I find one that I like.
Then I stay there,
for a time,
but prob'ly not for long
'Cause there are others
in this world
that I need more
than them.
But, when I find
the perfect one,
I'll stay there,
I think--
And that will be the end.