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CONUNDRUM
CONUNDRUM
As a twiggy little boy of 9,
I was so curious
About the bumblebees hovering
Over blood-red roses, flesh-pink roses,
Bushes filled with pale-yellow honeysuckles
That grew in my Grandmother's yard.
So curious, when I reached out to touch one,
That bumblebee stung me with its
Needlelike tail, leaving behind a mark,
Swollen red, painful,
On the caramel ...
Monday 19th October 2020 5:48 pm
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