the apple and the dandelions

a poem

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A flawless apple red and bright
awaits the one who'll take a bite.

Apples are eaten in myriad ways.
some peal the skin, others graze.

You can eat it all except the seeds
Eat half before a toss to the weeds.

Dandelions appear this time of year.
Their empire intrusive and severe.

Yellow fades to a sphere of ambition
They all must die it's simply tradition.

The sickle, scythe, mower and more
chop them down, before their encore.

Fertilizer and sprays seem to anger
as the invasive weed drops anchor.

Only rain can slow the floral spread.
Seeds washed into a protected bed.

An apple completely eaten 
leads to life that sweetens.

Rain falls in our minds' garden
killing weeds and granting pardons.

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Take care of yourself,

Rod