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Mr. McMichael

You came honey in hand

glint in your eye

sticky sweet summer pie

Honeycombed days, we sang

meadow-ed daisy laughter

Bees on blackberries, thorny fingered reaches

blowing sea grass, sandy toed beaches

You were intoxicating

in your honey house hive

piano keyed, golden heart sighs

Musical notes, deeply toned, hallowed we played

on softest wings we flew away.

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