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Old Honey

When I'm with you

It's like old honey

in a glass jar

so slow and sunny

Molten golden

nature flowing

But still, I see

where this is going

I'm not the apple

of your eye

Fruit rots and dies

Once it has fallen

A busy bee

Must spread his pollen.

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