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property has become an eyesore But, to be fair, it's dereliction has done wonders for the biodiversity Now I know what a teasel looks like And I can cheer
our bindweed trust. Our wild garlic lust, our foxglove thrust, your butterbur desire. Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel? Will
John in The Pulpit I frogbit and arrowhead, you eyebright and teasel. Me, John in the pulpit, your musk, your honeysuckle. You my purpling rose. I,
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