No branch can bear fruit without being vitally united to the vine.
28Jul / 2008
here is the last phrase of the stanza I painted in her closet.
“oh, the honey bees are humming,
on their little wings are gumming,
for the summer which is coming,
will be fun!”
Posted in On the homefront, Uncategorized
Tags: pooh poem
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