I plucked a dandelion
Today.
It is the tallest dandelion
I have ever seen.
It is dead, now that
I have plucked it.
For plucking the dandelion,
I feel badly.
It will never be
Plucked again.
I will bury it, someday.
Maybe it will grow
Pretty again.
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