The Bees Are Dead

The Bees are Dead Honey will forever be sweet ... Oh what a delight to wiggle your feet.... He is seated, there is no seat She is heard there is no speak Oh what a delight to wrinkle your nose... to wiggle your feet no matter the seat to wrinkle your nose as to oppose such freedom in your tongue such power in your lung Slowly stop socially still surrounding six of the seven seas the bees are dead the flowers grass my words are lips so kiss my ass assuming assumptions accelerates accusation automatically dont you agree? after all alternative apologies abolish attitudes Sweet be forever will Honey! JLUVORIGINAL