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From late fall to early spring,
No perfumes exude on anything
Gentle chalice kept under glass
Swept away by Moon tide’s pass
 
Every fickle feckless time
Caring, holding in her mind
Bees and flies not just debris
Fight or flight and not set free
 
Sojourns, do they, not from here
Rationale out windows there
Lawful thoughts for debunking
Seeking solace ever sinking
 
From early spring to late fall
The Venus light, shines on all
The blossom buds in the tasting
Insect’s folly ever hasting.