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the bumblebee.

I met a yellow bumblebee.
Three feet tall.
Two more than me.

The bumblebee was also green.
But I was red.

The bumblebee was also smart.
But I was not.

The bumblebee was also funny.
But I couldn't laugh.

The bumblebee also welcomed me.
But I wouldn't go.

Because I was not green,
Or smart,
Or funny.

But the bumblebee didn't mind.

He said he loved red.
And he would teach me.
And he would write jokes for me.

But I was always two feet below him.




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