As the sleeping bud awaits the dawn,
Cradling in its fold petals of potential,
Seeking life's light to bid adieu to yawn;
Thy shall be the resplendent flower of fruition,
Of a myriad mileu of delectable dreams,
Borne with expectant ecstasy by thine forewent dandelion!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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