The bumbling bees are humming To their grumbling Queen’s decree. They humbly make the honey So their mumbling’s fine with me. They tumble in between the hive And fumble on their wings, But rumblings from their yellow hide Can come with quite a sting. So bumble on you furry bees, There’s honey in the offing. […]
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The wind rushes the rustling leaves. It blows below the boughs in breeze And bellows boldly as it breathes Against a branch beholdened to its charge, That sways to silent melodies Whilst whistling shudders shuffle trees. So sapped of all its subtleties, The leaf grows weak beneath the wind that barks. “A little rest,” the
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“The monster’s on the loose,” he cried From underneath his tattered shawl, Which slipped from him, as did his mind, While wrinkles creased his curtain call. The old man lurched upon his bed, His trembling lips betrayed his fright. He spoke in whispers filled with dread Of horrors rising with the light. “It hungers by
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To all you readers, It’s official. The day has finally arrived to throw back the curtains and unveil the fruitage of my sweat and toil. Time to cast off the cobwebs of doubt, quell the arrows of perfectionism, and silence the ceaseless dirge of ‘what-if’. In other words, I hit ‘publish’ and now my website
