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A Bee Sting

In the catacomb of love
Honey makes' the Bees' sting
                  -
Feelings' fit nothing like
             Gloves
                  -
But there is nothing like
  Trouble sleeping in
The Catacomb of Love
When my Heart dare not
Flutter at the sound of love
Buzzing around my ears'
And Thy Heart thus sing'
In a infinite algorithms'
             -Of-
Oh, Who is to say,
What could
      There be
A sympathy filled
With Harmony

             GF

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/21/2011 3:23:00 AM

Creative work for sure..Love gone bad can be worse than a bee's sting though..Thanks for stopping by and finding something of interest and sameness in my work..Sara