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Feb 2010
sitting in my garden underneath a treewhen i heard a buzzing from a busy little beelanding on the flowers he looked so very funnycollecting up the pollen so he could make some honey.he sat there for a while then he looked at mewondering what it was sat underneath the treethen he flapped his wings this made me feel alivethen of the little fellow flew  back in to his hive.
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william worthless
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