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Bee balm. Bee balm.
Bing bong. Ding dong.
Their name sings to me
like an old school bell
and I stand before them
grinning at the way they
make me think of clowns.
Secretly, I adore them.
And how like heaven
this patch of them
must seem to bees!
~ A Joy Warrior's Journey
Bee balm. Bee balm.
Bing bong. Ding dong.
Their name sings to me
like an old school bell
and I stand before them
grinning at the way they
make me think of clowns.
Secretly, I adore them.
And how like heaven
this patch of them
must seem to bees!