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Poem: Bees

- Emily Dickinson


Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles--
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.

Fuzz ordained--not Fuzz contindent--
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs--a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill.
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