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The Lepidopterist
The aging lepidopterist
Eternally the optimist
A lifetime spent in searching for
The rarest creature, nothing more
But one day soon without a doubt
He’s sure that he will seek her out
He’ll net this most elusive bug
And finding her, they’ll kiss and hug
Then looking deep within her eyes
His stomach fills with butterflies
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Comments
themoonman
Fri, 2011-10-21 16:39
Hiya John
a very fun read, and I learned a new word (new to me)
thanks
Richard
shazbat
Mon, 2011-10-24 13:34
Glad to be of service Richard
Glad to be of service Richard, thanks for the comment
John
weirdelf
Fri, 2011-10-21 21:11
Werry interesting!!
You've managed to combine humour with a lovely human feeling.
Although I sincerely hope this has nothing to do with John Fowles book, "The Collector"!
Your poems always give me a smile and encouragement to wade though the other turgid dreck looking for gems.
cheers,
Jess
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shazbat
Mon, 2011-10-24 13:48
Trust me it's got nothing to
Trust me it's got nothing to do with "The Collector" it stems from an overheard conversation which ended
" It must be love, every time I see him I get butterflies"
And I've learnt a new word today (Dreck) i'll try to casually sqeeze it into conversations. There's one heck of a lot of dreck out there pardner.
Chin up
John