I have had this environmental poem in the works for months about the death of a honey bee and a dandelion gives its soliloquy about how mans toxins kill everything even a best friend while mans nemisis(dandelion)escapes to mock his suburban yard.Anyhew finally got some permits to use song blips I like...so this is a test because of pondering lassy blowing parachutes to the wind.
Generally, I let the dandelions grow in my yard... but I get the bigger meaning that you are making. :-)
bowlingballout 3 years ago