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A bud so sweet,
It throws off heat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud.
The fuzzy face too round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
Love ya!
Jane