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Game A Poem


by ralph geeplay
we had no time to waste,
because the bees had come
The Buds are ripe of taste,

the morning spring is fresh
dew sprinkled, good mist…
Mine Mine, burnt against flesh

pressed against thee, the wait
over, eternal, just when love was lost
Like The hidden treasures

buried beneath the sea beds—
the cost sealed still, yet
Gold All over, the steady deck,

a blossom flower bed
the rain, the rain, nectars
Beating The heat, hectares

Locked Lips, sunrise, bees!

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