A bee once
stung
the god of love as he was
stealing honey. His
fingertips began to
smart, and he blew upon his hand, stamped,
and danced. When he
showed his
wound to his mother, she laughed.
"Aren't you just like the bee, so small, yet
inflicting
great
pain?"
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Marissa123
3 faves · 2 comments · Nov 9, 2011 4:42pm
Writergal96
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1 decade ago
LOVE LOVE LOVE. The only thing in history class that I ever paid attention to. Besides Antigone, the clock, you, Tom, Kassi, Dan, and that 10,000 B.C. movie or whatever it was
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musicluvart4ever · 1 decade ago
Hahaha yeah the only good thing about that class is our seating arrangements ;)
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