Holly T
Sunday, 19 March 2017
Bee poem
Bee poem
(1.) The eyes shimmer as the sun hits its surface.
(2.) The wings attach to the body.
(4.) The abdomen lays as the wind blows.
(5.) The sharp pointy knife pokes out still.
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