The Family Bee

11/27/2009

 

If a bees hive had eight sides, they would come together equally.

All strive, taking great pride, to protect the one most dear to them.

Each day brings with it different challenges, smoke and mirrors and coffee cups.

The fear of sympathy through bandages ensures the soldiers take their lumps.

When the ghosts come, through the winters dreary sun, the past will be out front to visit you.

A simple choice been made, an upaid debt been paid…slam doors of glass, made shatter-proof.

To rebel is at the fingertips of all; see temples built and watch them fall; so is the nature of human nature.

A thrill of sound (spoke both soft and loud) eccos noise all hear and treasure.

Andrew Miller, 2006

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