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Bickerstaffe

Never angling for a laugh I call myself just 'bickerstaffe;' an English clan devoid of fame, a plain and simple family name. I mused, then through the ages cast in hopes to find a storied past to find my folk had expertise in cultivating honey-bees. I prize my humble pedigree and praise the noble honey-bee for all the sweetness that it brings if I can just avoid those stings!

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Trevor Mcleod

Date: 5/25/2015 1:52:00 PM

Very well done Keith. A great story and well thought out.

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 5/25/2015 2:07:00 PM

Thanks Trevor! much appreciated... Keith

Joe Maverick

Date: 5/20/2015 5:22:00 PM

Hello there Keith, love this strong;sweet piece..' how are you by the way.?

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 5/20/2015 8:22:00 PM

Doing just fine! Thanks for asking, and thanks for the kind words. Keith

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/20/2015 3:33:00 PM

sounds like a fine and proud occupation! i'd embrace it, too (but not too closely, as your last line says!). i found out that bauer (my married name) means "peasant" - i'd prefer bee-keeper! great poem, keith...

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 5/20/2015 4:06:00 PM

Thanks again, my dear! It's always a pleasure to hear from you. Keith