Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?
Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon.
... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelio...
Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.
About this grass now. I didn't finish telling. It grows so close it's guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions-Great God in heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees cross...