The LadybugA Poem by Brown BullJust another bug i saw in the meadow one day.The Ladybug This Ladybug is quite confused, from what, I cannot see… Its wings are red, the spots are black. It lives up in a tree. Where playfully it flits about… a life that seems so free. ~ While children watch it crawl along they follow it with glee. So from where does it’s trouble come, what might the problem be? This ‘Ladybug’ I here describe… Happens to be a ‘He’!
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3 Reviews Added on June 20, 2009 Last Updated on June 11, 2010 AuthorBrown BullMSAboutI was born long ago on a hot summer day in a field in Mississippi. I can't remember anything about it, but all I know is that I was taken away from the field and have never been back, except in my po.. more..Writing
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