
I love you dandelion
And I’m not even tryin’.
I love your lovely medicine.
It healed me.
This I know.
I dug your lovely roots up,
You gladly do provide
Because you’ve a contract with the gods
To help all us survive.

I love you dandelion
And I’m not even tryin’.
I love your lovely medicine.
It healed me.
This I know.
I dug your lovely roots up,
You gladly do provide
Because you’ve a contract with the gods
To help all us survive.
Nice poem.
Thank you, Heather.
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