The Butterfly

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    The Butterfly

     As i lay there dying a golden winged butterfly came to rest upon my fragile finger, she looked sorrowfully at me and this she did say "You have lived a good life,you have tasted all that god in his tender mercy had to offer
    you are now one among the chosen few,touch my golden wing now and come fly away with me
    you and i alone together shall travel throughout out the universe
    forever and ever and ever and ever"....

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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