Sunday, 6 June 2010

BUMBLEBEE

while lying in the sun's heady bed
the bumblebees come and go from under the shed
one came along and kissed my hand
drunk on flower wine he danced across the land
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3 comments:

  1. Natasha Milburn Lalita (Novelist)7 June 2010 at 02:54

    Adorable!

    "It is time to be
    drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
    continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

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  2. Manic9 June 2010 at 10:45

    Girls like you they grow on trees,
    They're put there by the bumblebees,
    Becuase they say you're much to sweet,
    To be allowed to walk the street.

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  3. Cypherinfo11 March 2011 at 01:05

    I do not understand the black all over the background of this website...

    great feelings here.


    cypherinfo

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