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Feb 2014
I'm tired of this honeycomb
8 layers of ferns and pollen
I cannot keep these stings from getting in
My lungs are full of honey
As long as the nights are silent,
And the days are sunny
I will always be your worker bee
Through the octagonal valley
We never flew
And we never existed
Written by
Christian  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Scott T
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