So much to do this day
yet first I write a verse
because I have to
I wish I could say
it was a release
to transcend mediocrity
the daily grind
the demands of living.
But its not
I do it...
because I said I would.
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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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