The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person’s posteerier.
The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person’s posteerier.
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40 years ago I read the poem, The Firefly. I can’t remember all of it, and I want to read it again. I love this little poem!
i love this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!