I know a secret
that nobody really cares about
and I walk through
and up
and around
a giant circle
where many feet have stepped
but not in quite the same way.
My path is special
even though
it's worn smooth.
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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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