Sylvia died quite young
I hate the Reaper, turning on the gas
when unresisting she followed any flute
that spoke of change and peace
Too many bees
only one cube, called Ted
sitting there, seeped in honey
all that poetic toil for nothing
when the bees take possession
and Ted turns a widower once again
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