Hum to the tune of Sound of Silence
Hello, Pollen, my old Friend,
You come to squat on me again.
In your reasons, a thinking,
While in my vision you're - shrinking.
My car, you never R. and, in the land - of plenty.
Then again, I hear the sound---- of ---- Strong winds! ...

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And, in the virgin daylight, I saw.
Billions of yellow things galore.
And, in my thoughts - there were more -----
Of running noises - sore FEET.
But the echos were, ----- of sneezes. -----