love this little book
poem
Old hornet me
would woo thee
fair, soft Saraof the flowers;
But bee's not kind
That seeks to find,
peers too deep
shares no sleep;
And anyway'
who woos bees
What is there not to love in just this small example,this book is
part of my life.It makes me smile,makes me feel,it just makes me ?
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