A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Cocos come, Cocos go

The Cocos palm
that did no harm
but oversaw
today's Clone War
is now no more.

Yes, two years since 'the cattle-man' first threatened its demise, the lofty Cocos next door has been rubbed out, by a professional lopper.


Though the suburban Cocos is as close to a cliche as a tree can be, I liked that particular one. So too did the rats and the feral pigeons.


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