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Apr 2018
I came upon a dandelionΒ Β 
An ordinary, common ****.
Most people don't look twice
Unless it was infecting their gardens.
Then it is uprooted, stem and head.
Thrown away and then forgotten.
But that **** meant something different to me
It was sunshine and laughter
Bouquets made for mother
It was rolled up jeans
A summer breeze.
Cuts and bruises on my knees
It was my childhood
Memories that I can't quite grasp
But what I can remember is the bright yellow,
Stark against the grass
Stephanie Marasco
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