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When around a lit candle the only place that's dark is beneath the candle itself. (In other words something unexpected can happen and you don't always notice unless you look.)

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Submitted:Dec 21, 2012    Reads: 72    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Fighter 20/12/12


Unto the battlefield

Warriors the same

One colour here another one there

Yellow and black

a unison shared.

Striped little fighter

wings too small to fly

yet still you've surpassed knowledge

and reach into the sky

Unto the battle field

one sting equals death

your a warrior like no other

valiant to your last breath.

My little warrior bee...



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