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   a-fluttering - the butterfly wings did whirl the particles of
   the dew; such thoughts, such dread, the woodsman knew, were
   shared by those with equal lore. before - when the butterfly
   broke the shell, as a caterpiller knew its life was hell, and
   the axe struck the tree by the woodsman's blow, and the tree
   shook, screaming its untimely doom a room - said the butterfly,
   insect no more it looked and flew around and saw but empty sky
   BUT WHY? cried the butterfly, wet and tired MY HOME, what I knew
   before is gone for sure. TIMER! yelled the woodsman, though was
   all alone as the tree breathed its last towards the forest
   floor. As he walked towards the new log to claim his prize, a
   dewdrop struck him in his only good eye. The butterfly proceeded
   to land on his nose. And stared did they long, not knowing what
   to do and the woodsman shed a tear scaring the bug away. and
   chopped up the tree to build a room so he could rue the day. by
   Kenneth Udut 1/27/2016