bee hiveA Poem by darthdragaa tripid poem buy a starting writerI see I see the queen bee flying up at me, her ugly face has a frown as she lingers up and down. as her hurt and her pain makes her feel nearly insane, she drops to the mound with a great big thud as she dies on the ground. © 2012 darthdraga |
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