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Flowers bloom bees fly in, attaching pollen to their limbs. Bees fly out, pollen, spread about. Fields of sorrow in which they sow, my final line, time to grow.
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
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Flowers bloom bees fly in, attaching pollen to their limbs. Bees fly out, pollen, spread about. Fields of sorrow in which they sow, my final line, time to grow.
Dberkley
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26/M/Pennsylvania
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
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