Knees of my bees

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We share a culture, same vernacular
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Love of physical humor and time spent alone
D
You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
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for sticky unrests be unearthed and then gone
D
You are a gift renaissance with a wink
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with tendencies for conversations that raise bars
D
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
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comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
you are a spirit that knows of no limit
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who knows of no ceiling, who balks at dead ends
D
you are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
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not seduced by illusion or fair weather friends
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
you are a vision who lives by the signals
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of stomach and intuition as your guide
D
you are sliver of god on a platter who
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walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak