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A fairy magnitude
of the order of nul
a distillation no
bigger than a teardrop

I am not trying to pass
these lines off as my own
They just flew out
of my memory.
I thought them
worth keeping,
so I pinned them
through the title
for all to look at
in theoretical time
like a butterfly,
specimen identified

Shall I be honest with you?
I had intended to write
about my granddaughters
but this was as close
as I could come.
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