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May 2019
The sturdy dandelion
rosette of the grass
Gold of the green
Of spring, the queen
Every part-- good for food
and roots, a coffee
Dandelion, good for food
and pleasure to nose and eye

Dandelion-- a provident of God.
The title is what my mother used to say when she held them below my chin.  The reflected gold on skin meant you were a butter lover.  Always.
Written by
L B
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