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Varville Scott Poem
Thick slow sweet liquid of pure gold
To have---this means war with bees bold,
Beware, humming army on wings!
Few, brave assault of tiny stings.
From bitter sweetness, hardship ease,
Those this well know who rob from bees.
Copyright © Varville Scott | Year Posted 2011
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Varville Scott Poem
What of myself can I make an account
Less severe than of others who despise?
To what character now do I amount
Generous,selfish,foolish or the wise?
Self the truth can never see too clearly
When of self,by the self,the test is made.
Who is there of men that can judge fairly
Without too much of love and hate displayed?
Copyright © Varville Scott | Year Posted 2007
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Varville Scott Poem
In you can be seen the predator's delight
Enjoying the fear in your prey's eyes,
Setting to unleash your savage might
As the helpless before you lies,
No chance is there for captivity nor flight,
For mercy with your heart has no ties.
Copyright © Varville Scott | Year Posted 2006
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