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Ode to the Dandelion

Posted on April 29, 2011 by k2king

All praise the lowly dandelion weed which gardeners yank and pull.  The hollow stems break off in hand, oozing milky sap from bleeding wounds. First love, butter, revealed when yellow brushes under chins.  Children grasp bouquets with chubby fingers for … Continue reading →

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