Hogweed Poems - Poems about Hogweed

...I feel like a poppy in a field of hogweed My sentences have run dry I am rudderless in the wilderness I lack a welter of letters unassigned to the wherewithal I am lost in a cave unfree to ......

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...the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress of perspectives and the slow death from stag......

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...When the woollen industry died, the reservoir that fed the old mill, became disused. The water meadow at its head became a swamp. Developers, who want to build houses everywhere, take one look......

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