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This place This space Is not for me. Listen: The deafening buzz, the roar, Of pollination. More bees Than I have ever Seen before, Speeding to feed, Desperate to fulfil The needs of the Queen. The hum As all the bluebells Come alive, Shaken by tiny legs As furry forms Bumble next to each other On this sunny day.

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