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Someone called this forest 'Charmless Dross'. Planted in the 30's, it isn't even real As though living, breathing woodland Counts for nought. It was strange. Do we only count a single moment in time As legitimate? If time is an ever running thing, Trapped on the treadmill With no PT to say 'That's really quite enough for today' Then who are we to judge? The ecology is weak, they said It's no positive at all The sparse desert between these Fake Pine trees. I think the birds disagree. If children's laughter is charmless And family day out's are dross, Then close every theatre in Britain Shut down the stadiums Run down the race tracks There's nothing to see Here. Good can be the enemy of great. We don't need it anyway. Back to your phones.
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
Charmless Wood
Someone called this forest 'Charmless Dross'. Planted in the 30's, it isn't even real As though living, breathing woodland Counts for nought. It was strange. Do we only count a single moment in time As legitimate? If time is an ever running thing, Trapped on the treadmill With no PT to say 'That's really quite enough for today' Then who are we to judge? The ecology is weak, they said It's no positive at all The sparse desert between these Fake Pine trees. I think the birds disagree. If children's laughter is charmless And family day out's are dross, Then close every theatre in Britain Shut down the stadiums Run down the race tracks There's nothing to see Here. Good can be the enemy of great. We don't need it anyway. Back to your phones.
Part of my local woodland was accidentally cut down by contractors. A local newspaper wrote an article about it and someone went on a bit of a rant in the comments section, praising the local council for cutting the woods down (irrespective of the fact the council admitted it was a mistake and should not have happened), labelling the wood in the whole county as 'charmless dross'. Strange times.
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
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