  I am currently at school, and I would like to say a few things before I go to class. I might not have enough time to write into the blog tonight so I though I might do it now and get it over with. Today is going fine. When I was walking to school, a butterfly came flying up to me and landed on my shoulder. I said hello like any polite, normal Saskatoon citizen would do and then proceeded to walk. The butterfly then continued to whisper in my ear. He or she, depending on the sex of such an insect, explained to me that they did not appreciate the weather at the present time and wished it were warmer. I, at that point, then invited the beautiful creature into my pants where it was warm. When the butterfly did so, the creature instantly passed on to a better place.
This was very unfortunate and at this time I would appreciate if you took a moment of respect in silence as we honor that poor helpless butterfly. Good day to you all. Poetry - Butterfly Skin Sunlight peeking through the treetops, Shining down on bare skin, tingling with a fall breeze. Awakening with the tingling steps of grandaddy's crawling all around. Dew drops kissing peach flavored lips as Morning Glories bloom one last time.
Fingers streching across bare breasts as chills of morning air arise. Standing on two dainty feet so long, so slim, so graceful. Outstreched arms reaching for the fruits Sweet juice kissing, soaking, dripping over chin and lips. Birds chirping, singing, playing nature's sun kissed song. Butterfly kisses on the cheek from summer's last generation. Oh what a romance to live a life wild, naked, and free as nature it self is lying at your feet. Mother Earth's daughter born on a Mid Summer's night dream... 
