Honey
Sweet in my tea
We don’t have much left, you see.
Our depletion
Makes way for deletion.
Sweet thing, we’ve cut all your flowers
To build our towers.
So now all I think
When I pucker my lips to drink,
Is
Humble me
Bumblebee.
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