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Bees

The bees with wings The bees are dying out for someone who gets stung it is not to gloat over, but a matter of survival for humankind and the fauna around us. There are four big trees outside the apartment building birds come there to rest In the evening, but they are not the destroyer of bees pesticide is and we keep glad-handing this stuff over field and plants. humanity in the quest to produce better crops will in the end kill us all. When evening comes to the birds make a racket like A Japanese train station at five, stressed people are killing themselves so stop blaming the bees.

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Date: 11/20/2018 9:05:00 AM
Sharp ink.
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Jan Hansen
Date: 11/21/2018 12:02:00 PM
thank you, Maureen McGreavy
Date: 11/20/2018 3:23:00 AM
O' Bee, live long, give us life strong. Let bee live freely, let them make honey, Do not blame meaninglessly, Do not kill them any.../// lovely story
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Jan Hansen
Date: 11/21/2018 12:03:00 PM
thank you, Mahtab Banggalee

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