I love the violets; grape jelly smiles bid me good morning. Johnny-jump-ups on green pogo sticks because they’re really short, you know. The lavendar and white lilac trees I could close my eyes and find by following my nose around the house. But dandelions, persistent yellow puffs so strong and sturdy, lie decapitated by the mower’s blades.
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I love the violets;
grape jelly smiles
bid me good morning.
Johnny-jump-ups
on green pogo sticks
because they’re really short, you know.
The lavendar and white lilac trees
I could close my eyes and find
by following my nose around the house.
But dandelions,
persistent yellow puffs
so strong and sturdy,
lie decapitated
by the mower’s blades.
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I could mistaken, but that almost looked like poetry to me …
I especially loved the last part. In fact, I liked it a whole lot. (*smile*)