Look! From out of history’s darkening skies A kaleidoscope of amorous, witty butterflies Comes to save us—from fatuous liars And deceivers, from ‘fake news’ and perdition’s fires. Welcome them, friend. Let them land Their gaudy wings upon your hand, Or head, or nose, or knee, or bum. Let them flit and ‘do their thing’ until the job is done!

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