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THE BEE ON THE GROUND It has rained a lot since yesterday. Right now, its stopped. I took the garbage out And on the way, I found a bee upon the ground. I watched it for a little while, Crawling slowly all around; Wondering why, it was not flying home. He brushed himself with his tiny feet, and with wings aflutter aired his body rapidly. I myself - carefully blew upon his wings, To help him dry and get on his way. Don't know if I was helping things, But it couldn't hurt. After some time to no avail, he was dry enough to fly. I noticed then, no stinger at his tail, And knew that he was going to die. He gave up trying at last. I swear I heard him cry; I'm sure I heard him moan, Looking so "sad" and downcast, As he crawled away to die - alone. | ||
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İRon Wallace, http://www.biblefragrances.com.
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