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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Bee

Hear ye,
Hear ye,
The old little bee,
Buzzing around,
Over the ground,
Faster than thine eye can see.

From flower to flower,
He hoppeth by the hour,
Gathering things to make honey,
And to his holed abode,
Laden with his gold,
Returneth doth he.

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