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Words I have
as alive I am now
they stop on their own
when to the last farewell I bow
Everything in life
is unfinished business
even love and hate
joy and sadness
The rain's heading in from the palace,
Alexandra, not Buckingham,
the air is charged and if the government has its way
it'll be at four pounds per litre.

They're taking more national insurance
leaving us with a pittance,
what next,
a tax on ***?

Thursday letting the light in and I might in
five minutes or so get up and go
about my business.
 Sep 2021 Christian Bixler
kenz
Writing is like a bee.
You never know if the bee is good or bad
If the bee will make you  sad
Or if the bee will sting and make you mad
You never know
You never know if the bee will be so sweet with honey that you feel fuzzy inside
You never know if the bee will make you laugh with a little tickle inside
You never know
You know if the bee will hurt you or land and on you and teach you
a lesson that not all bees are bad
You never know
All bees are different and that’s okay
Some bees hurt,
Some bees just want to bee friends,
Some bees tell a beautiful story that fills you with life,
And some leave a mark that stays with you forever.
You never know
You may have a favorite type of bee
And may hate another
You never know
I wrote this is creative writing and thought I would share.
Rolling sky like,
the grey and blue pushchair
became a cloud.
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