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Bee in the Garden

He flew like a honey bee,

Amidst the garden of roses,

Never looking happier,

Without his grumpy imposes.

The aura flowery around him,

The warmth of joy,

Trying his best to notice,

The happy-go-lucky ploy.

Like a honey bee,

In the garden,

Bouncing from rose to rose,

Flying without a burden,

Happiest the most.

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