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[title] => How life goes sometimes
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[bodytext] => How life goes sometimes My Dad, Never knew him, He was a fly-by-nighter. My Mum, she left us when we were still kids. |Brothers and sister, They went their own way. I stayed, I stayed where Mum left us. It was a hard battle but I did survive. I hid in tree/'/s, away from the one/'/s who would kill me. I hunted for food and that is one thing Mum did do, She left us where there was plenty of food. I ate as much as I could, so I could grow big and strong. As time wore on, I felt an innate urge to build a home, I started and when I finished, It was perfect. A snug, small place it was. All to myself. I withdrew into my home, as days past, My home was battered by rain, wind and storms. One day I knew I must leave my house, I opened my house and outside I went. I was stunned and amazed, The world was shining, Glistening like so many Jewels. I looked up and saw, at last, my Brothers and Sisters. They had changed and all flew over me, as I sat there Drying myself. They all had wings of the most beautiful colours. I turned to the water gathering beside me And Looked at my reflection, I noticed I was different too. I also had these Gem laden wings of many colours. I took the plunge, I leapt from where I was, into the wild blue yonder. and from that point, My life as a caterpillar ended, My life as a butterfly began, and I loved every second I was on this Earth!!!! Terry West Copyright 2016 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 389 [topic] => 27 [informant] => redwest802 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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