I remember
when you broke
Abraham's neck.
You cradled him
and wept.
Don't worry
that's what luthier are for
and he still plays fine!
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The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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I can't believe you still remember my violin's name. That was truly traumatizing. I tell that story to my students when they aren't careful with their violins.
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