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Read this poem about Grandmother and a butterfly,-) In the middle of our porridge' platesthere was a blue butterfly paintedand each morning we tried who should reach thebutterfly firstThen the Grandmother said: "Do not eat thebutterfly."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 morningpoor |
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Answer» It was a NICE one. Explanation: |
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