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@peeppeepcircus A poem I wrote, from a blog post celebrating dandelions.
Suburban Sunshine
Across the lawn, a man of gold did flow
His grace spoke soft, his strength gave truth
He sang his hope, his pride of glories grown.
But lo, behold, the putrid waves of smoke
Tendrils of bitter lion’s teeth entwined
He fell to monsters beneath soft blue grass
His cries lost to the raw eldritch madness
Into the soft embrace of well-fed soil.
https://tippitiwichet.com/2022/04/24/international-dandelion-appreciation-day-belated/
@peeppeepcircus I suppose unless you know me, you might not realize this is a poem celebrating them, as I'm on the side of nature restoring the balance and bringing life back to soil that has had the life burned out of it. You'd have to hear my cackle of delight echoing behind the putrid waves of smoke to realize this, probably.