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Dandy Lion


I was born into life under the corner of Tenth and Walnut street Few of my people made it through the sliver of green hope Knowing I was hated by the worlds people, always under their feet I had to emerge from this thick abyss of cement, The Continental Slope Sunlight and water is all I need to grow Ever so unwanted, hacked away with chemicals from gardens, ripped from the ground Though nothing shall stop me from living, the cement is thin I'll be out to show I will be the first one this spring, the first to be found Unloved and in the way Not a worry, I am independent. Dandy as a lion, busy as a bee Finally out from under the man made pressure to see the light of day I beat the odds, I am now here for the world to see
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