dandelions

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A rose growing in a field of dandelions I always knew you were special Your long petals extend above the dandelion quills Peeking out beyond the almost obsolete field
Young woman…you are a rose and no other flower. I am sick and tired of seeing dandelions in my garden,giving their seed to any wind that blows in the mist,
O dandelions dancing in the sun, You frolic and sway under the bright sky, But only rise up once spring has begun. I hope that winter passes quickly by So we can witness your great elegance:
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