There wouldn't be sunflowers
Wouldn't be peas.
Wouldn't be apples
On apple trees,
If it weren't for fuzzy old.
Buzzy old bees
Dusting pollen
From off their kees.
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My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: What are you looking at?
by Walt WhitmanSPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;
Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering pressing;)