Assiduous in yellow, dandelions cook the early days with flair. They imbibe treble and hawk in the pitch of their domain. They align weed with impresario, expecting nothing but fount. Fanatics who see them eased in green have fits, seeing moral invasion in the neural network of tone. Impossible bollocks for these pouncing agitations in your civic duty. They invade your lawn your lawn and trace the counter tone. Known as astute provocateurs, dandelions have strong communal instincts and cherish their young. Soon they will join the generous wind with upbeat dalliance and a process of time. Dandelion, tell us the tale past the shadow, in the time when time lets loose and all funding is secured.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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