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by ddavidd Feb 10, 2019 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Buzz! This was how a bug sang with his body full of fuzz. Buzz, I am a happy bug whether being free or being caught, whether you smash me or you do not, whether keep on humming or I pause, whether on the window swathed with the thunder or on the curtain before drawn asunder. Buzz I am so happy because my happiness is free from what everyone else does. Buzz.