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“Touch me not” o, honey bees
Go away and move round trees
There are branches and flowers
Love them and shower with offer
I feel shy
With your try
Of wooing so near
And sucking from nectar
I have preserved beauty
And feel choosey
Even though I stand erect with smiley
You spare me o, honey bee
I shall promise the world
And show how to hold
The way in adversity
With proven ability
The life should be full of fragrance
And smell with no arrogance
It is natural gift
So no visible shift should be made
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