Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Lawn of Life



You seldom hear a word of praise
For the humble dandelion.
Because it takes no work to raise,
You seldom hear a word of praise,
As lawns go through their yellow phase,
And the gardeners go off cryin’.
You seldom hear a word of praise
For the humble dandelion.

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