Sly, but in a nice way
That hand, a druggist's.
Under its sleeve, clouded
So kept. Til outspread.
Will bees, from it, that day
Make the connection
Between what, sunnily
Tranquilizes, slow
And what love-filled, below
In blooming acts on.
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