When I am old
I will play jokes
that only I get.
Like dress like Santa
for Easter
and drink water
from flower pots.
And no one
will say a word
because I will be old
and it would be rude.
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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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- Pullman, WA
- Just a kid out for adventure of the literary, vertical, and educational persuasion.
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