The forbidden City
is forbidden no more
soon to be the scene
of the world's elite.
So they paint the chipped walls gray
and brick in the alleyways
and post the army
to keep out those without tickets.
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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