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Mar 2021
It was a nice warm day
a little breeze that came my way
kneeling on the ground
smelling the flowers that surround
as I watch the tiny bee hum.
"Here little love,
in my garden, you can come."
NightOwls
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NightOwls  29/F/NY
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