A wasp alone its babies flown it sits on a deserted nest
No longer accepted it sits rejected emptiness east and west
Its biting sting no friend does bring by other hives despised
Now rejected in color reflected a wasp can not be a bee disguised
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2026 03:04
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😊Simple fun write, Soren. RUOK?
Thanks my friend I do appreciate your read and comment IMOK thanks so much for asking and how about yourself
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