The Honeysuckle Poem
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Digging back in the archives for this one.
The Honeysuckle Poem
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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