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Feb 2018
Will
It hurt

She
Asks?

Maybe
A little...

I
Laugh

Possessing
Warm
Bees Wax

Relax.......

I'll
Strip

All the
Leaves
From
Your
Tree

Your
Lungs
Will
Receive

Air
Unfiltered

Who
Cares?

At least
You Will
Show
No
Nasal
Hair

No
Green
Grass
Will
Grow

From
Your
Concrete
Crack

Nothing
Will
Sprout

Without
Being
Ripped
Out

Lie down
Mother Nature

You won't
Hurt
Today

Wait forty eight hours
Moisturise
Keep clean

And
Forget
About the Bees
Lynn Hamilton
Written by
Lynn Hamilton
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     Jerry, Lior Gavra, a mcvicar and Logan Robertson
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