like the string of red
that hangs from the end
of a kid's lollipop.
Never will it fill you up
but it still tastes good
as much as you hate
to admit it.
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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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