People are rioting in the streets of D.C., a plague is upon us, from Wuhan's best fresh meats, Syria fights and bombs their own, women and children lie dead in that town. We've had world wars come right to our doors, protecting ourselves, we lay on our floors. We can't be unaffected with all that we see, if you need to know how to, ask a Honey bee.
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