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Tending the garden
Pain interrupting my calm
A bee - I am stung!
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Leslie Writes
Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.
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Comments (6)
"Oh, the poor bee. Sorry, I was thinking it was going to die, and I forgot that your finger needs care. I'm joking. I hope the stings are few and the joy is plentiful." :)
Is it wrong I immediately thing "oh, poor bee!"
beautiful haiku, but not such a pleasant experience!
Oh no, so sorry to hear that. I hope you're okay now
Ouch. Painful but not lethal, at least for you. Not sure about the bee, though. Great haiku, Leslie!
How did it go? Lots of bees in my garden. Never bitten.