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

3 comments:

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

    great feelings here.


    cypherinfo

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