No sunscreen for me!
The sun is weak
and I am strong
my skin is brown
I need no protection.
And that is how I've come
to sleep on my stomach.
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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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