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How I am like a butterfly. Just a wee bit strange. |
| The butterfly starts as a caterpillar. Eats all it can to grow. I am like the caterpillar in more ways than one. The caterpillar forms the cocoon to change or to be anti-social. I am the cocoon but nobody knows it yet. The last stage, as it emerges, is the butterfly of beauty. I will be like the butterfly in just a few years time. |