Explorer 4 Years I feel thistles, nettles, fingers red Grass cut my hand, and so it bled Black grass flicked stain upon my fists Prickly seeds scratch at my wrists. Ants that crawl. All things that bite the flesh that isn't covered quite A handkerchief around my knee Here comes an angry bumble bee I... Sign in to see full entry.
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