Butterflies

Buddies beheld them.

By Darla M SeelyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Bob, Barbara, Betty became best buddies, bit bread, beheld bright bluebirds, butterflies.

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Darla M Seely

I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos

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