Tist O'L Bee Poem by Timothy Long

Tist O'L Bee



Oh I wonder if its to be, if the pride of one would come looking for me, in a fools time of work and life line, like a feline so graceful in lazy natures, id be happy as a bee, but atlas im in a silent defeat for a spirt passed the Val in which is now a personal hell

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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