Up, Up, and Away!

I am called a weed, but some people think I am pretty anyway. My bright flowers spread across green lawns like yellow polka dots. I have roots that reach deep down into the ground. Some people do not like me to grow in their grass, so they pull me. Some people like to eat my leaves. They add me to salads. Part of my .....


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