Shall I compare thee to a prickly pear?
Thou art more fair
Than the wild rose
That in thorny profusion grows.
There the bee goes
Then stings my nose
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K Morris - Poet 
OUCH 😄😄😄
Indeed, ouch! I have myself been stung on the nose by a bee. Oh the joys of gentle mother nature. One has to love her …! Thanks for your comment. Kevin
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