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Umpteenth Obligatory Spring Poem by Jeff Schiff Praise the dandelion and its billion billion inviolate cousins spewing rivers of milk and cotton snow across our shrinking lawn There is no grass but they have held sway over it Who would kneel to them would kneel in exhausting prayer Praise the common weed for if we could honor it not one blessed thing would appear out of place There is no bush to prune nor bed to rake nor mulch to spread that is not heir to a rotting throne © Jeff Schiff « Home | Contributor Notes » Please comment on this poem. |
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