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Ownership /Butterfly Poem 1

You think you own me, 

Who owns a river, 

Who owns the Ocean, 

Or the moon,? 

Or the stars

You think by your words, 

Your threats your laughter 

And her threats

And jibes 

You can Control my life, 

Think again 

As certain 

As the Sands of time, 

I will rebuild, 

I will fly free.  

Butterflys will hide, 

In their cocoon, 

But watch them in full flight, 

Especially when they gather in a swarm, 

Be careful, 

For the caterpillar, 

However small, 

When in numbers can destroy, 

A whole forest. 

If they choose, 

Munch, 

Munch, 

They are delicate and free, 

So be careful with me, 

Mr Control guy. ..... 

Be careful with me 

◄ Peace

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