Dear B
Your strips are nice as is your honey,
My only gripe is your stinger. The thing is,
I’ve heard of a therapy that apparently works,
stinging the sore spot on a knuckle or knee.
This seems a little harsh for your kind, but
giving of yourself to help others is good, they
say. My grandson is a afraid of you, as a close
relative of yours once stung him next to his eye.
When I fried chicken camping, and you landed
on my hand instead of the leg, I didn’t mind.
But like my grandson, the sting hurt. I still have
arthritis in that hand. So who knows for sure.
Anyway, you’re the best, so keep pollinating.
You’re friend,
Nance
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