A smile on my face today
stuck on
like sharpie on an overhead
or pine pitch
on fingertip.
But I feel okay about it
Katie said I looked giddy
but I told her guys don't get giddy.
*Tee hee*
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.
1 comment:
hmm...my smile was stickin' like a pie crust sticks to your fingers after you've put too much water on it...
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