Sue Kidd Monk, “The Secret Life of Bees”

Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.

— Sue Kidd Monk, “The Secret Life of Bees”
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