Danielle Shaeffer

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How doth this tiny creature

know my name?

And, speak

so simply

on things

most can not explain.

Then gentle breezes

sweep away our cares.

There, it is

to see us

through the years.

How lightly it

doth flutter in

our dreams.

Awaken now

to find

exactly what

you please.

Danielle Shaeffer