Bee

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    Bee

     


    A cunning and baffling bumblebee...

    Crept into my keyhole which had no key.

    It buzzed around my empty rooms

    He flew into my kitchen, got stuck in some glue.

    Broke free...

    Then stung me and stung me.


    ~~By MLong

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    MLong’s Poems (10)

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    Mosquito 0 09/21/2009
    Bee 0 09/20/2009
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    Nothing 0 09/18/2009
    Wake Up. 0 09/18/2009
    My Skin. 0 09/18/2009
    The Battle. 0 09/17/2009
    The Harvest. 1 09/17/2009
    Effect 0 09/17/2009
    The Veil. 1 05/09/2009
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