PAST PERFECT
It all happened when life meant what they told......
Monday, 25 March 2013
A BEE - the first poem
A BEE
(My very 1st poem written in 1995-96)
I am a bee sitting on the wall
And playing with a small ball
Am an insect with a basket,
Full of honey, spilling on the money,
Do not eat like a meat.....
The air blew, the bee flew.
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