Beauty Shunned

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By Albert Ahearn

I can’t help but chuckle each time I peddle along avenues And streets that are well paved and kept In the towns affluent section. Each house that lines the thoroughfares Seem to possess the same concept Of beauty: A polluted lawn That is manicured on par with The owner’s housewife’s fingernails; A flowerbed with nonnative Hybrids struggling to stay alive In their unnatural environs While vulgar dandelions dare Not near their proximity. A common yellow Flower with natural beauty: The dandelion.

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