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Nov 2018
This is about the three who had a master's begree but very snooty and got great glee treating people ******.

They stayed busy as a bee,with plenty of money but couldn't see the forest for the trees and remained peewee.

And they couldn't figure why life had gone awry, even though they were very sly life kept giving them a black eye

Because their well had run dry, they were petrified. Life had brought 'em to their knees. Then, they started to forsee life's not just about the three.

So they made a decree and became bevotees. Then kissed the old self good bye, the wrongs they rectified and there came clear skies.

Now if you don't want to be the fall guy, getting high on your own supply while life is keeping you on stand by. Then you must come to agree. Life is the Queen Bee.

And there's much more to life than the three. I, My...ME.
Written by
Milton Robertson  60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
(60/M/St. Louis, Mo.)   
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