I met a German
Canadian
today on a trail
I thought a bit rough
and steep.
Not him-
He was seventy-five
and used to climb mountains
with sisal rope
and piton hammers.
Experience makes many things relative.
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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