my yellowbells spoke with me today
fresh from a pogrom with the bermuda grass
they're dying, they say
from thirst cutting like a cuirass
deciding not to spare a day
even if accused of being crass
by blocking the path as if there to stay
till i happened in that hour to pass
so, they ask me, should I delay
ere they turn to the likes of grass
that drinks fluid that's gone astray
regardless of source, with no class!
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