A Little BugA Poem by AlaniLove bug inside of me
creeping all around
making funny sounds scratching the inside walls and passing through the halls entering your tummy where butterflies are flying filling you with joy and laughter in your mind and heart thereafter giving you an unknown feeling of sparky flames and crayon beings. Is this perhaps a thing called love or maybe just a little bug?
© 2014 AlaniAuthor's Note
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Added on November 20, 2011Last Updated on June 10, 2014 |

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