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An insect was crawling my way As I sat on a park bench today. Getting closer to me I saw it was a bee And I hoped I’d not end up as prey. Though it passed me, it stayed within sight And I wondered if passersby might Squash it flat as they neared But none did; it appeared Fearing luck would run out it took flight.

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Date: 9/29/2020 10:05:00 AM
Glad you avoided a sting. I always tell myself they're more afraid of us than we are of them, but that's not much consolation after you're stung!
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Date: 9/24/2020 12:55:00 PM
What an exciting morning you had! Aloha! Rico
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Date: 9/23/2020 6:14:00 PM
You’re great at this type of poetry!
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Date: 9/23/2020 3:22:00 PM
I think that the bee may have been scared of what you would do to it, had it overstayed its welcome. :) gw
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