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Apr 2010
So you landed on my eye
I'm flattered you thought it was a flower
There's no pollen here only panic

Your furious belabored legs
And crisp black abdomen
burrowing into my lashes like it's your job

It is your job
It's your life
little friend

You oughta go
I won't be sweet and harmless as a flower
Again
bees! bees everywhere!
Written by
Dan Shay
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