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I
AM
I
am hurridly working from one spot to the next
I
see the whithered stalks
I
hear the creek and the birds above
I
smell the damp earth and the decaying plants
I
taste the stale pollen
I
feel the cold quicky approaching
I
know time is running out
I
wish I had more...
more time
more summer
more flowers
I
say, "please bloom again; allow me just one more taste."
I
am a busy bee

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