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About This Poem
A Good Buzz
Wet 'n wonderful Monday morn
Not a time to fret 'n mourn
Hummers muster steady fluster
Tongues a flick in feeders
Males chase in up and down
As ladies take their turns to feed
It's all a constant dance to light
My joy of life in need
These visitors of tiny feather
So fine to see in any weather
Prevent my feeling down
It hurts to even frown
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