I plucked the flowers,
The bees are unemployed.
Nothing sweet left in this world,
We settle for artificial substitutes.
Technology on the rise,
Man in a spiral decline.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC
I plucked the flowers,
The bees are unemployed.
Nothing sweet left in this world,
We settle for artificial substitutes.
Technology on the rise,
Man in a spiral decline.
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