The sky is pink
people live to serve me,
and I them.
No hate
venom
jealousy
or malice.
This is my world today
and I am happy in it
I'll leave my glasses on for a while.
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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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