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Most accidents happen near the hive, near the home. That's why I chose to be a drone, and go it alone. Buzzing, stinging, pollinating, all for the good graces of my queen's throne. The workers sitting at home, wishing they were me. Out collecting pollen like a bigger, better bee.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Better Bee
Most accidents happen near the hive, near the home. That's why I chose to be a drone, and go it alone. Buzzing, stinging, pollinating, all for the good graces of my queen's throne. The workers sitting at home, wishing they were me. Out collecting pollen like a bigger, better bee.
tranquil-eyes
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
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