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Like Iced Butterfly Visiting Friends - or the Tax Man
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Like Iced Butterfly Visiting Friends - or the Tax Man |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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"Like Iced Butterfly Visiting Friends" is probably a better description, but I originally wrote this as the "Tax Collectors" since I always felt they floated around as Butterflies and preyed where they felt they could get away with it. The Chinese call anyone, who visits everyone, a Butterfly. It became part of the Ice Collection but I could not bring the words together. Dave Tax Collectors On a pure crystal you sing Weaving magic on your wing Ice firing from desire beneath Sunbathing friends Drying their wings This is a day to live Magic firing your words Songs no-love no-one heard Still with sorrow as you perch Heat melting every dream Heart bursting every seam Melting your stars to die River floods your desire Rocks calm your flight to fire Torrents race to your ire Politics an cowardly escape Peace with frenzy Warm your heart Cold love your magic Birth to start Perhaps |
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