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Sep 13, 2005 21:22

oh, when the day is blue
i'll sit here wondering about you
and how the pollen fell
all around your face in strange yellow patterns

but, i wasn't prepared for this . . .

when the morning came
the bees flew down and
wrapped themselves around me
and that's when i spoke the word
to have them trace your face for me in pollen

but, i wasn't prepared for this . . .
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