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54 hONEY BEAR She is a Russian honey bear with very strong soft brown arms. Hugging her is at once a feat of strength, and an act of gentle surrender. One cannot hug the honey bear with only half a heart. It’s all or no honey bear. There’s a snap and vibrancy to her kisses Pucker and snap—audible across a field of wild black berries. Honey bear loves fresh cream and wild berries of all kinds French cheeses and home baked bread. She is earth tremors in the garden, laughter in the flower beds rough brown honey bear pulling weeds. Her feet, large, perfectly proportioned are powerful as angel wings. A pale blue light surrounds her toes as she waltzes 55 By the clover and the mint. Lighter than air, heavier than a bear. Clear-skinned lady O fairest of the fair I bow to my honey bear. ...

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