Just a weed, isn't it? But you'd love to make a wish and blow....... I don't know if it'd come true. Don't ask me 'cause I haven't ever tried it. :) I muse and muse and muse and muse ('cause I have nothing else to do!), and when I think of the entity aforementioned, I can't help but observe a striking likeness of a dandelion to persistence.... You've got your heart into something and you just can't let it go.... so you work and work and work and spend some sleepless nights in work and have less fun and more of work and less of talk and more of work and then some more.... And you sow and water and air and sun and reap your work- viola! It's your dandelion of success..... But Fate to trying gales says, 'Blow!' And you're all indignant oblivion...... And as snowflakes in wintry nights descend in silent hueless splendour, the seeds are falling too.... So look up! For each effort of yours is a dandelion again.... :)
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