| fly_queen | ||
| a thimble in time |
In a place cold and dry, on a day red and green, lived a snobby blue fly who believed she was Queen. High 'bove the ground she sat, Purched on her silky throne petals of yellow danced, sparkled and shimmered gold The yellow rose fluttered, delicately in the wind, the bees came for butter, but Queen didn't let them in |
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| Piso Mojado | sometimes butter can be poison in disguise | 041216 |
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| a thimble in time | It could be. I'm still trying to figure out what the poem is about. I don't understand Queen whatsoever. | 041216 |
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| a thimble in time | maybe that's why I like her | 041216 |