Down the mighty Palouse
I saw three moose
(or should I say meese?)
putting hoofs into the water
feeling a crossing
until interrupted by a raft
-our raft-
So they turned and ran
Don't go so fast
we won't hurt you.
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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