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I pondered the dandelion and its dazzling deed.
Some folks think this fluffy flower is a worthless weed.
But deep down inside its transparent fluff,
a thousand tassels hide in a sphere of spiracle stuff.
Embryonic umbrellas cuddle in cocoons,
until April’s sunshine tells us a miracle is coming soon.
Mystified and wondering, I was shaken from my dream,
and abruptly stopped my pondering when I heard a scream,
As my wife descended like an Afghan bomb!
“Go out and mow the weeds,” she said, “which last year you called lawn!”