First Love
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David Wood
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A beautiful rose,
Washed by the
Morning dew,
Waits patiently
In the early
Dawn.
A bashful bee, with
Youthful kIsses,
Reaches out
And
Softly collects the
Nectar from
Her chamber,
Then
Pollinates
With love,
Buzzing
With
Delight.
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