Honies
12 March, 2018
Author: Lamar Cole
He was busy as a bee.
Looking at all the pretty girls that he could see.
Whistling at all the ones that came his way.
Made it such a beautiful day.
He knew that he had it made.
Seeing all the honies on parade.
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