Poem about Dandelion

Dandelion, head of gold, gone to fluff when you get old, 
Now you fluff has taken wing, all flown off, your poor old thing.

A dandelion lives as a Dendelion, 
While a Horseweed lives as a Horseweed. 
A plantain also lives as a plantain. 
On the harsh grounds, though, 
The plantain that lives on the side of the road 
Can only grow angulated;
In rich soil, it shows a different side and is 
Dignified in its own way. 

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