JUST MAYBE(c) Singleton 2008Now featured at Cafe Press....Peace, love, maybe He flittered down,in his patent leather suit,black and yellow pin-striped,talking to my soul....strutting on the fence linedaring me to follow him,chase him,dance with him....the butterfly with zebra linesand tell-tale wings....But I didn't.And he flew away.....The elusive dream wrapped temptress.Bathwater days turned
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