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6.5
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In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
butterfly."
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.
Katherine Mansfield
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Comments about this poem (Butterfly Laughter
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Katherine Mansfield
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Marilyn Lott (10/23/2009 1:48:00 PM)
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Another adorable poem by Ms. Mansfield. Loved it!
A '10! ' I'm not going to tell her to keep writing as I've
noticed some have, since she died in 1923! : 0)
Marilyn
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