A dandelion rising strong through a crack in the path,
looking strangely wrath;
with a spikey head of yellow,
queer fellow!
It's wrath unnoticed under the bench,
an unwelcome friend, like a vulture in a trench.
The lonely weed asks no favours
it grows among kings and never waivers.
A strange breed and free like flowers are.
Awake and bold, and yellow, like a star.
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