Honey Be

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The honeybee so sweet
Pays dearly for its sting
With death do I a little
Every day when I draw
Breath to slay with words
Or ridicule with thought
Unkind to devastate in mind
What payment do I make
In place of my
Own sting?

© K Barr

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