I am a small clone with a mission.
We all have small skinny bodies
and white fluffy hair.
Our mission is to deliver a package,
that will determine the future of
our kind.
One day I will be much bigger
than I am now.
I will never be wanted,
or loved.
What am I?
(Highlight for answer below)
dandelion seed
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This is a beautiful poem. It's sweet and sad at the same time. I interpret it as this small little thing wanting to be better, wanting to fly, but knowing it can never have it. The line breaks set off the words just right, I think. Once again, this is a beautiful poem.
See you around,
-Cassie
Aww, poor little dandelion seed. I'll love it! But then I'll probably sneeze... Well then I guess I won't love it. Haha little loveless seed. I love your poem. It's really pretty.
Wow your poem is really interesting. To the max. I love how you would have no idea what it is until you read the answer but it makes perfect sense! I love to blow the dandelion seeds every where especially in peoples faces!
Wow.
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