nine lines of something

~

nine lines of something ( gnihton fo senil enin )

be my beeline

buzzing over clover’s

cloven hoofed interlude

deep blue in between

beans in a bonnet

down beneath the clouds

on a green seesaw

puffing like a puffin

– i’ll bee your detour

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