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A Sting In The Tale
A Sting In The Tale
The throbbing drone
borne upon a summer breeze,
that moves the grass gently
and whispers through the trees.
The honeycomb
dribbles onto plates at high teas.
We take for granted
simple pleasures such as these.
From the mountain pastures
to the shores of tranquil seas,
they bob and weave and buzz
on their busy working sprees.
To th...
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 4:34 pm
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