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Knees of My Bees

We share a culture, same vernacularLove of physical humor and time spent aloneYou with your penchant for spontaneous adventsFor sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a winkWith tendencies for conversations that raise barsYou are a sage who is fueled by compassionComes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak

You are a spirit that knows of no limitThat knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-endsYou are a wordsmith who cares for his brothersNot seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak

You are a vision who lives by the signals ofStomach and intuition as your guideYou are a sliver of God on a platterWho walks what He talks and who cops when He's lied

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weakYou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weakYou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak

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