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Dearth of Bees

The Dearth of Bees Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those that pretend they are not in a loving disposition. Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their flying skill, or sit on the sunny wall of my house full of self admiration; some hang languidly around a honey jar. The few that still take interest in beautiful flowers are exhausted and drop dead long before the day is over. Pretty flowers close petals over moist carpel and hope for a better luck tomorrow.

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