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Jenett is my whispering instinct
Imelda is my whispering conscience
Together they meld to make my intuition
Jenett is my grandmother strong and beautiful as a diamond
Imelda (or louise), my great-grand mother is as caring and now free as a butterfly
Imelda and Jenett are the butterflys I see in the sky
The are the butterflys on my precious pendent and delicate earings
They are
strongwilled
stubborn
beautiful
and now free
They are my gardian butterflys
They are my:
courage
hope
strength
will
instinct
conscience
They are my precious Gardian Butterflys heart heart
- by T.I.N.K.E.R.B.E.L.L K.A.T |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/02/2008 |
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- Title: My Gardian Butterflys
- Artist: T.I.N.K.E.R.B.E.L.L K.A.T
- Description: a something i wrote about my as of late,dead grandmothers i guess you could call it a poem
- Date: 09/02/2008
- Tags: gardian butterflys
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