Dance, dance bumblebee
Tread light, follow me
Winds flowing blissfully
Into things that ought to be
Work, work endlessly
Till the bow lastingly
Time ticks willfully
Into settings meant to be
Time, time emotionally
For this last mystery
Waters dry utterly
We the people are to be
Michael Nicorata
10/21/14
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