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Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Gathered
A bee is buzzing over
the autumn crowns of clover
a busy little rover
it scours every flower
for pollen to devour
despite the dying hour
and covets every kernel
though freedom is supernal
the hive must be eternal.
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