We grew so sleepy watching bees take flight
With drunken loops through searing fuchsia gold
And gazing upward with a simple sight
I found all legs, sweet slips of wings, were sold
The price tags tied 'round bellies fluttered soft
Care-less, you did not see, your eyes half closed
Mistook those hefty costs as prose aloft
And whispered of blooms and nectar
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