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Limbo limbo
Limbo is the land of
Limbo limbo
Limbo is the land of
Bindweed and bramble
Limbo limbo
Limbo is the land of
Bindweed and bramble
Ragwort

I saw things that may come
The ragwort-eaten pavements
In crumbled silent cities
With roads that lead to nothing
Wake up and see the carbon copy

Two labor men jaunt

I've never seen anything like it
It must have been ten feet tall
Flattened the golden ragworts
Sneering as the dogwoods fall

Ragworts and groundsels
You were always counsel
To our earthly elementals
I mourn for the gardens
Butterfly bushes are quiet
The fireflies are beaming
In

that pumpkin soup 
I was the black sheep in the bracken 
The ragwort by the stringybark 
It feels like a hundred years ago 
And I've kept myself out