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daNdeLION: King of blooms – for Norbert Joan Stidham Nist
dent de lion, tooth of the lion, You are called a common weed, for jagged-teeth leaves and yellow-disk blossoms Send forth bountiful airborne gossamer seed.
It’s the commons that rule the Lords; Man’s mortality is homaged by widow-weeds common Prayer sustains our belief, and communion, our faith; People grow like weeds, and they honor flourishing seeds.
How then, when your leaves are edible and your corona sun-bright and children gather you for their bouquets of delight, dare we condemn your lion’s teeth to garden doom Instead of praising nature for your golden bloom?
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