February 28, 2018

I am a pesky weed…
I am a dandelion
Most see me as exasperating
Most see me as good-for-nothing
Most try getting rid of me
While they do not know me
Youth grabs ahold of my stem
I am pulled from my pesky roots
Then they blow on me
And all of me goes afloat
I fly in the air wild and free
There will soon be more of me!

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Mag;)This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 12:25 pm
Good job it is a great poem. Can you look at my work? :)
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