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THAT DAY SHE SEIZED by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

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First Line: THAT DAY SHE SEIZED ME LIKE A BEE
Last Line: "AND WHO'S THE POOR WEAK FLY?"
Subject(s): TOGETHERNESS;
THAT day she seized me like a bee,
To make me her weak blossom,
I felt her arms so strong that I
Lay helpless on her bosom.
But cunning I, by artful moves,
Soon had her in my power:
"Ah, Molly, who's the strong bee now --
And who's the poor weak flower?"

That time she thought I was a fly,
And she a great big spider,
She held me fast, my breath was gone,
As I lay bound beside her.
But cunning I, by artful moves,
Could laugh at last and cry:
"Ah, Molly, who's the spider now --
And who's the poor weak fly?"



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