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Monday, March 20, 2023

Dandelion I watch the Sun slide up the barren vale This is my life the seasons rob me of. There is a certain sadness in my tale. I have never felt the meaning of true love A dandelion grows bravely in this soil I take a stalk and hold it high, and blow Seeds float in freedom for a while. I wonder... Sign in to see full entry.

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