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The key hovered gently in front of her, occasionally startling itself with a mild hiccup and skidding slightly sideways, until some coworkers walked towards her area, and the key zoomed back down onto the board, nestling in again amongst Vee and En.
The odd little girl called Abraham Jones,
Was popular amongst the town’s cicerones;
“She’s allergic to flip phones, make a call and you’ll see
That she’ll puff up just like she’s been stung by a bee;”
So the tourists would dial and fill the air with ringtones,
Just to watch Abraham swell 'round her thin little bones.
In the 9th corner of the office, the chameleonic Becky giggled purple bees as she watched ‘mouse inspect his brand new, slender, long and, above all, wiggly little toes.
Sated, Bear napped under the shade of a cedar tree next to a field of summer wildflowers which was abuzz with the sound of bees.
Send up a prayer for the bees, even if you’re a Unitarian.
A million years later, bees took their turn on the evolutionary ladder; they mastered time-travel with ridiculous ease, and then set about righting many wrongs inflicted upon bees of the past by the now-extinct human race.
Amidst the buzzing of the bees, Little Bear looked on while gnawing great chunks of honeycomb and beehive, as the human meticulously spread a thin, glistening layer of honey on bread.
And the sparkling, whirring, bullets that were the sugar-spun bees of Becky danced through the star-streaked night, across half a planet and, when they landed, planted a thousand kisses of daisies and delights on the coloured cheeks of the sleeping e.
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