The Honeysuckle Poem

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The Honeysuckle Poem

Digging back in the archives for this one.

When I walk,

I love to smell,

Honeysuckle.

I love to see,

it hanging,

from the vines.

I love to see,

it blooming white.

I love to taste,

its nectar,

growing wild.

Yes,

I love the Spring,

the warm weather,

and

Honeysuckle.

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