You are so so big
and I so small
if you only knew
nothing would change
and that's what makes you great.
You give
it pours out of you
like rain
or orange juice.
I hope you don't run out.
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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