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Ebenizer Drendlecock

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Friday, October 25, 2013

From a flower springs nectar
that sweetens life
for a lowely drone bee,
a princely humming bird,
and every creature inbetween.
Or does the flower
feel a deeply rooted
quake of anticipation,
sensing its pollen
will soon be spread forth?
A most perfect union,
when all are fufilled.

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