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Because the Bee may
blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do
I become
List even unto Me –

Because the Flowers
unafraid
May lift a look on
thine, a Maid
Alway a Flower would be –

Nor Robins, Robins need
not hide
When Thou opon their
Crypts intrude
So Wings bestow on Me
Or Petals, or a Dower
of Buzz
That Bee to ride – or
Flower of Furze

¦

I that way worship Thee –

Finding is the first

Act

The second, loss,

Third, Expedition for

the ′′Golden Fleece′′

Fourth, no Discovery –

Fifth, no Crew –

Finally, no Golden

Fleece –

Jason, sham, too –

September 15, 2022

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