On Planting Dandelions

They purse their lips and blow
Sweet kisses in the air
Magic miracles to grow,
In a lawn under my care.

But my weed killer is focused
On having miracles ungrown
Once my spray gun’s hocused pocused,
Watch some magic of my own.

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