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Liz Jan 30
My mind is racing
My thoughts are pacing
Drowning in the things unknown

My best friend no longer exists
And the rest aren't seen through the mist
But I'm continuing to move on

The lack of sunshine that I see
It makes him sad, the bumblebee
But he continued to fly on

Where is the happiness I once felt
There it is continuing to melt
But the candle still smells pretty
1/26/19
The Vault Sep 2019
Bumblebee
Sweetheart
You have stole my heart
The poetry you write
Seeps into my soul
A beautiful cup of tea
Hot and ready
And I will drink deeply
And give my tea
Back to thy
My perfect
Bumblebee.
A prophecy:

In an age when all
Our cars are
Bumblebee
Hybrids

With Breathe (2 AM),
On the 2005 album
Wreck Of The Day,

Anna Christine Nalick
Will reenter
The Billboard Hot 100 Songs
20 years from now
...
I accept self-fulfilling
Prophecies as
Divine
Nothing has ever been more
Whole Foods

Than the graffiti
Written into the
Toilet paper holder

Next to
Me

"Love IS
The Answer"

And

"Open Your
3rd Eye"

In an otherwise
Prestine public restroom
A work of art, really

All while I am
Serenaded sweetly
By the Decemberists
Video Killed the Radio Star
And
Saintmotelivision
Brought
Me
Back
2
Life
2
Humble
Bee
Wanted

To say something
To you

https://open.spotify.com/track/0uJASgVP9AnPwAIgeWh34A?si=TZohom3mRdKf4cHAqLB6AA
Land
Oho
....
Humblebee
I sound like I'm
Stuck at
SAINT MOTEL


https://open.spotify.com/track/1pu4luiWwVAcJRoCuqJfWg?si=ozfadSkMQv2uhTaxyIX-Ng


I don't mean to be all
Preachy
But
Bumblebee Is Real
...
Bzzhttps://open.spotify.com/track/7qdgz117gc5StS0u2ViinE?si=v-8bBhB9QKK4cWYmju0C_Q..
Netlfix:

This is me
Just a girl
In front of

You

A Behemoth

saying
thankx

Not only did
You help me
Understand

What Jesus meant
About a 2nd *******

You helped me get
On top of things

Shortly after your
Final season

I posted all my pics
One day
The ****
Will hit
The fan
And I'll come out

Like Diaper
Drew

Innocent
As
Hell and
Cute
As
****
#brownout
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzFcbTCnUmI
Martin Horton May 2019
No Bumblebee.

No blackbird, swallow, swift or Robin.

No buttercups or poppies swaying in the breeze.

No hedgehog, weasel, stoat or mole

Almost silence.

Just one sound.

The sound of property developers chewing then choking on money.
This was inspired by two things. First, I walk past hedges when I walk my dog. Filled with sparrows. Now, they are gone. Torn up by diggers. Secondly, a book called The Last Wild by Piers Torday. A powerful book about the loss of our natural world.
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