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Oct 14
The worker bees and the
drones decided to swarm
the camp of the terrorists.
While they were dining in
their iron dome protected
area, enjoying hot bagels
the humming sound could
be heard Yuga **** was
what they thought flight of
the bumble bee is what it
seemed initially, but then
as it got closer and louder
the smell of petrol was in
the air, migrating birds it’s
that time of the year, then

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Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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