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   Margueritem said, 6 months ago

   You just might want to grab Jesse…

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   JFri said, 6 months ago

   marg I think it’s too late!

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   c00k13m0n5t3r said, 6 months ago

   Is it Pete on the left? He got off lightly…

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   Dry said, 6 months ago

   ???

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   MJNFPCartoonist said, 6 months ago

   Ha,ha,ha. Poof!

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   Jello-08 said, 6 months ago

   Hey my name is Jessie… Makes me wonder cause this spelling is for a girl…

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   DigitalFrog said, 6 months ago

   I would think talking to Pete Moth would be like trying have a conversation with a clump of dirt…

8. 

   Jazzlily said, 6 months ago

   Apparently Jessie is also an acceptable spelling for a boy’s name. See http://www.babynamer.com/jessie

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   Lisa said, 6 months ago

   Pete’s cast is going to catch on fire if he’s not careful.

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    Coffee-Turtle said, 6 months ago

    LOL!

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    mama9cats said, 6 months ago

    Oh, my eyesight is getting bad! I didn’t get that they were moths until I read the other comments!

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    Rmom said, 6 months ago

    mama9cats don’t feel bad, I overlooked their wings, too. I was trying to figure out what they are supposed to be, so thanks to digitalfrog I now know.

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    Kyler said, 6 months ago

    Fire is hypnotic

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    StradMan37 said, 6 months ago

    Reminds me of the Jethro Tull tune called Moths (from Heavy Horses album):

    The leaded window opened
    to move the dancing candle flame
    And the first Moths of summer
    suicidal came.
    And a new breeze chattered
    in its May-bud tenderness —
    Sending water-lillies sailing
    as she turned to get undressed.
    And the long night awakened
    and we soared on powdered wings —
    Circling our tomorrows
    in the wary month of Spring.
    Chasing shadows slipping
    in a magic lantern slide —
    Creatures of the candle
    on a night-light-ride.
    Dipping and weaving — flutter
    through the golden needle’s eye
    in our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking
    on a Spring-tide high.
    Life’s too long (as the Lemming said)
    as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.
    And we’ll all burn together as the wick grows higher —
    before the candle’s dead.
    The leaded window opened
    to move the dancing candle flame.
    And the first moths of summer
    suicidal came
    to join in the worship
    of the light that never dies
    in a moment’s reflection
    of two moths spinning in her eyes.