Queen Bee
Where they come With gruelling spears And tiny eyes Their children asleep With their antique toasters near by And below I could hear voices Shouting, crying, merrily in tongue One of the bastards lifted his eyes to me "Mother!!!, I'm so happy you've come!!" Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 04 2002 02:37 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Where they come..."