I guess I'll be a bee.
They're smol and busy buzzies.
I'm a small and busy body.
Sometimes I think I would like to be a bird.
Birds are majestic.
Bees are buzz-kills waiting to happen.
Birds make music.
Bees make noise.
But no.
I'm satisfied as a bee.
To trade is to discover the full picture.
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