..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
A million thoughts buzzing,
like a bee hive.
Some dripping delicious honey
Some carrying poison on a sting
They all hum with beating wings
And make promises of a dance
My five eyes cannot see
Hush little bee, be quiet for me.
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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