Once upon a time I had a plant for fodder
Went by the name of basil, and was attacked by a dodder
I suddenly had threads that put it in a mangle
They were twining with each other, a veritable tangle
Climbing everywhere, strangling the leaves
I did not know what to do, were acting just like thieves
Dodder is a parasite and is better when its dead
There was only one altenative, to lock it in a shed
But it was looking at my other plants and might have sent a seed
I threw it into the garbage as it really was a weed
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
One of the best lines in all English poetry.
“Dodder is a parasite and is better when its dead”
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I must admit, I killed the dodder and was glad
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“I killed the dodder, and I was glad,
Wherever it goes, that shit is bad.” :p
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I love the selection of photos!
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Glad you like them
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