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Jul 2013
While seated within my surreal head
this afternoon in the very sunny garden
drinking white wine and thinking how good this is
a bumble bee few at me, and with crossed eyes
I noticed
they fly, not like any other bee
for there **** hangs down
as if it could not get it off the ground
which lead me to think
do Bumble Bees have an
OBEECIDEY PROBLEM.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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