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Unlike a rose, sought by all,

For its exquisite beauty,

Or the gardenia, so frail,

I haven't their quality.


Some have tried to control me,

They dare to call me a weed,

They shriek with gruesome disgust,

And for me they have no need.


I have no perfect blossom,

In the evening I do close,

I do not need extra care,

Unlike the beautiful rose.


Others have looked past the facts,

And used me to help them heal,

Others savor every bite,

And with me some do distill.


Unlike the rose with beauty,

I have no thorns to hurt you,

Look deep with a child's eye,

See more than the others do.


I can heal your pain away,

And add flavor to a meal,

I too, can make you tipsy,

This dandelion's for real.

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