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pain of it

I donot float a butterfly

I donot sting a bee.

I sting you a red wasp.

you feel the pain

after I am gone.

I see the fear in your

eyes as walk by.

You know that my flow are

tight like a river

flow between the rocks.

I will make you pay one

of these day.

you never know when

I could be right behind you.

You thought I forgot

but I have been hiding it.

now you will find out

why i have been waiting til this

moment.

The red wasp has struck again.

Now you will feel the pain of that.

-Gene Conner

May 20, 2005