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bee sings so pleasantly around a buttercup
resting place a stop and a sup
a field of tiny suns swing to the beat
children making chains pick them up
smatter of yellow under a friends chin
and in lines the butter lovers gather up
petals square on four make a cross
rely on thin green line to hold them up
colours Buzz the air all mellow
a bee passing by backs that up
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