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Silent ballad of pollen park

Cant say a word

theyre rejoicing on the greens

as blossoms cover everywhere

round tree roots and inbetween

and in the warmth the flowers sway

playing in the breeze

floating around, without a sound

moving pollen with the bees

grabbing the poor sneezing soul

with hay fever by the throat

as pollen collects en masse like an army

around his collar and coat

and while he sits on the park bench

hed love to go and play

wi others on the large pitch

but pollens in his way