Blessed BeeA Poem by Heather Clayton
I'm small, hairy and looking for love.
I know I suck, but you shouldn't hold it against me. What's that in your arms a sign of love, for me. Oh, no!! You didn't just slap at me with your wrist and fist. I'll get you in the end because I am the bee.
© 2012 Heather ClaytonAuthor's Note
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AuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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