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Who Taught You?

A POEM

By Lorraine Bochler Eshleman | March 1986

Butterfly, who taught you

Your exotic dance?

Who made your wings melodious?
What makes your spirit chance

That life is meant for sailing,

That days are light and free?

Do you have a “nest egg”
Or only liberty?

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