
To the Queen Bee THESE are sonnets directly from the beehive, Searching for the whereabouts of its queen. These are songs on which the soldier bees thrive, Fighting enemies outside and within. O Queen, my pen sings of your majesty, The sweetness of the honey from your comb. When you smile I tingle with ecstasy, […]
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