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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- C.S. Lewis I heard in Addison's Walk a bird sing clear: This year the summer will come true. This year. This year. Winds will not strip the…
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