Poems ✍️
  09.05.2025
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Author: William Shakespeare

Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly.
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.


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