My head has been turned by the sunflower
Though there is something a little unnerving about all those unblinking, yellow cyclopses, peer closely and I can see a beaming smile.
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Simon Armitage
Simon Armitage is the UK’s Poet Laureate. He writes a monthly nature column for the New Statesman.
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