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Jan 2019
Your tall feathery flowered plumes
Set on metre long stalks
Sashay in the soft breeze
Bringing to mind catwalk models
Of stature, poise and grace.
But you are just glorified grass,
Whose time has now passed.
A poem dedicated to angry horticulturalists still bitter about the Pampas grass craze.
Written by
Eryri
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