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Array ( [sid] => 9227 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Dandelion [time] => 2002-12-25 21:40:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I met a girl whose hand was curled
By some unknown accident or disease,
She was a casino teller, and she made
My change pretty as you please
With one hand counting, and the other
Pressed against her chest.
I wanted to ask about her affliction,
Give some comfort with my heart
Admiration for her bravery,
I didn’t know where to start
And then she smiled and seemed
Quite pleased I was looking at her eyes.
I imagine her childhood was a hideous dream,
The child everyone despised.
But now she was in the adult world,
Making her own way,
And independence was more comforting
Than anything I could say.
So I gazed into her eyes and I smiled
Upon her smile,
Thanked her for my change, and like her,
I passed my little trial.
Hers was a burden to overcome,
Mine to overlook, and with a smile
And eyes that shine,
My heart and soul she took
And reshaped my vision of happiness,
What it means to succeed.
Even a dandelion is beautiful
If you don’t think of it as a weed.

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Dandelion

Contributed by darkeyedman on Wednesday, 25th December 2002 @ 09:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I met a girl whose hand was curled
By some unknown accident or disease,
She was a casino teller, and she made
My change pretty as you please
With one hand counting, and the other
Pressed against her chest.
I wanted to ask about her affliction,
Give some comfort with my heart
Admiration for her bravery,
I didn’t know where to start
And then she smiled and seemed
Quite pleased I was looking at her eyes.
I imagine her childhood was a hideous dream,
The child everyone despised.
But now she was in the adult world,
Making her own way,
And independence was more comforting
Than anything I could say.
So I gazed into her eyes and I smiled
Upon her smile,
Thanked her for my change, and like her,
I passed my little trial.
Hers was a burden to overcome,
Mine to overlook, and with a smile
And eyes that shine,
My heart and soul she took
And reshaped my vision of happiness,
What it means to succeed.
Even a dandelion is beautiful
If you don’t think of it as a weed.

Copyright Â© darkeyedman ... [ 2002-12-25 21:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Wednesday, 25th December 2002 @ 10:10:52 PM AEST
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that was beautiful it is so true keep up the good work...very good message.... we are all beautiful in some way.

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 1 )
by Suzy on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 12:50:48 AM AEST
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wow....wouldn't it be nice if we could all see the beauty in things.....wonderful poem...

Lasca

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 06:11:58 AM AEST
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This is such a lovely honest write.....and i actually drink Dandelion tea and it has many positives...just like this young girl that you write off.....nicely done....Tanya....:-).....

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 06:12:19 AM AEST
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This is such a lovely honest write.....and i actually drink Dandelion tea and it has many positives...just like this young girl that you write off.....nicely done....Mystery_Girl....:-).....

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 06:13:17 AM AEST
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Oppsss sorry..........my comments came through twice......:-)

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 11:30:44 AM AEST
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Dearest Darkeyedman @-<-<-
what a beautiful moment shared and so very sweetly written... too bad we all cannot see beyond the physical upon ones soul..
Your friend always Nessa

Re: Dandelion (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 27th December 2002 @ 12:13:17 AM AEST
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Now see this one captured me deeply because so many people in life look at the outer being rather than what's inside ....they dont' really take the time to just stop for even a second and really just take a look at what's in front of them, and try and see what that person is going through or where they have been or even try and imagine what they must be going through or even if they are happy, and a smile can do so many wonders for someone ....especially someone who needs it and nobody even knows.....i wish everyone could see the depth of beauty this way it would sure be nice to live in a world that spiritual.....thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot jim....your poetry is always a pleasure to read...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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