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Jan 2014
one day while leaning against a tree
a bee flew over my shoulder
and landing on my arm
did ask?

Who are you
and where do you fit in my world?

And pushing back ageists the tree, with great surprise
I replied I am who I want to be
and he replied
I am just a bee then stung me.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and Timothy
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