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Tired 10/26/2010
A tired swirl of bees roasting on the honey of supposed knees.
Twirling in winter frost that has yet to swirl.
A boy, a bee, a girl.
Funny how it is, when something's amiss.
But the fish in the sea drink to you and me and sing sweet jazz songs.
Not the blues.

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