BeeA Poem by Tim MSpont-prose fun with B wordsBorn bleeding and begging at the bosom of beauty only to be broken and braced against the brim to watch beguiled by the b******s that breathe every last breath of bloom until black is best as a backdrop to project barren blisters of blight onto and burn reckless in the blindness never to behold the truth of the bold. © 2009 Tim MReviews
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