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Nov 2019
He was busy as a bee.
Looking at all the pretty honies that he could see.
Whistling at all the ones that came his way.
Made it such a beautiful day.
He knew that he had it made.
Seeing all the honies on parade.
Written by
Lamar Cole
72
   Chris Murray
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