I am the true dandelion,
my name means the heart of a lion,
I grow in out-of-the-way nooks
but people can not miss my looks.
I bear my seed in an achene,
seed that contains my every gene,
Mother Nature lovingly sets
in the middle of my florets.
My seed needs no pollination,
my image borne by each scion,
wondrous truth shown by botany,
to give my beauty constancy.
All rights reserved. FLQ April 11,2014
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