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Dandelions
"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not." I love dandelions, too. They are very delicate. They can vanish in the breeze. They may be weeds, but they are one of the prettiest weeds, I've ever seen. I hear the word hope in that statement. I can remember trying very hard not to "step on a crack or I'd break my mother's back" when I'd walk home from school. Some days I don't want to see something green coming out of a sidewalk crack, because, it just doesn't fit. Or because the cement is getting old and the pressure of tree roots is breaking it up, thereby making it a hazard for anyone who walks over it. Other days seeing something green come out is kind of neat, especially after a good rain.
SmileRose
posted by
SmileRose
on May 23, 2003 at 3:03 AM
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Jemmie Thank You
Today I was remembering the poignancy of my little grand daughters presenting me huge bouquets of dandelions. Thanks for refreshing that memory yet again. 
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posted by
maralite
on May 22, 2003 at 7:10 PM
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