'Golden girls and lads all must
As chimney sweepers come to dust'
is all about dandelions. Their jolly yellow heads turn to chimney sweeps' brushes, then blow away as dust.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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A cunning thought that. The couplet is one of those that makes the back of my neck tingle - I think that was Emily Dickinson's definition of poetry.
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