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parting is such sweet sorrow

Today, before three
I spied a sidewalk bee
said the poor little bee,
      (rather silently)
"Please don't step on me,
I'm just a wee bit thirsty!"

So here was thoughtful me,
my heart moved to pity --
bringing food -- flowery
        (& delicately)
to feed my sweet little bee :)
won't my Mom be proud of me?

Gathering her nectar hungrily
Bee-atrice (decided it's a "she")
had a smorgasbord for free
     (as happy as can bee!)
then buzzed up and away with glee
my stronger, well-fed bee

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