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Lchen and Bees - Tamas Wells
Lichen the bees and a fortress
Of weeds in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart
Of an ale and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but
I wondered if he were to see
Liken the bees and the matters that
Please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair
In a braid not the one he mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I
Wondered if he were to see
Lichen the bees and a fortress
Of weeds in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart of
An ale and a cold intention
Lichen and bees in the walls
And the fevers of small
Town ventures
Sparrows and freight at
A quarter to eight and
A man who mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but
I wonder if he were to see
He likened to me but I wonder
If he were to see