A bug flew by
the corner of my eye.
It made me blink. I flipped my hair
in hopes that it would disappear.
A ladybug lit upon my chest.
It quietly crawled across my breast.
I slowly placed my hand in front of it.
Up on my finger, then away she flit.
What began as a trial
left me with a smile.
Though I was in a hurry
she was a pause to my flurry.
By:
Paula
Dean Nevison
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