Friday, March 02, 2007


A girl at two, sharing hue, who couldn't be enough for you
and at four, couldn't share, or even make a pair for you
at three, she's just a breeze
with whom your mom only would just compare
and at five, she's just alive
as are you, just like a honey hive

Then at six,
sees every bit

with no one in the shade
to share all the honey made.

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