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Epitaph To A Bee

It bumbled by her with a buzz,
cherubic little ball of fuzz.
She grabbed a slipper, aimed it - whack!
Poor bee, it came with no attack.

And if she slew you hallowed bee,
what would she fear to lay on me
who, even quicker than I'm telling,
could vex her with a mortal swelling?
Written by Zed
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