
Bees mistake me for a flower
When I sit on the back lawn in my bright pink robe
They find me
Stuck in the summer of 2016
And wander off
Bees mistake me for a flower
When I sit on the back lawn in my bright pink robe
They find me
Stuck in the summer of 2016
And wander off
In a partnership with the English language; on a mission to dispel myths, bridge gaps, and draw boundaries.
In a partnership with the English language; on a mission to dispel myths, bridge gaps, and draw boundaries.