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Their is a woman sitting by a tree watching one buzzy bee; She starred until it flew from flower to flower (hhm. how long the wings flap per-hour?), Pretty bee dont sting me
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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Their is a woman sitting by a tree watching one buzzy bee; She starred until it flew from flower to flower (hhm. how long the wings flap per-hour?), Pretty bee dont sting me
jesibell-arz
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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