She's a busy bee
But her mind is free.
Bzz bzz bzz—
What can that sound be?
There! I've spotted her.
She's flying around spreading pollen.
I hope she knows that wherever she goes
She creates a plentiful garden.
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Blackouts | Poems
RandomPoems from my mind that spill onto my pillow. All poems are original & written by me.
