| Amount of texts to »dandelion« | 30, and there are 29 texts (96.67%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 201 Characters |
| Average Rating | 10.000 points, 5 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 14th 2000, 00:24:08 wrote a wee girl about dandelion |
| Latest text | on Dec 21st 2003, 08:15:06 wrote Bill Stuart about dandelion |
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on Aug 29th 2002, 12:41:25 wrote
on Jul 3rd 2000, 08:03:40 wrote
on May 16th 2000, 00:01:12 wrote |
That Vidalia, once exposed to air, began to rot.
That Picadilly, with consummate aplomb, finally published his picaresque autobiography.
That I once stood in a decrepit formica kitchen and prepared a dandelion salad for an ex-lover.
That it was August. Dusk. Once.
That Frank Leigh Dearie did write down »I Love You,« and mail it.
When I was a child I used to like drinking Dandelion & Burdock. Also, Sasparilla. There was, in fact, a whole range of soft, fizzy drinks: limeade, cherryade, any kind of -ade. Two different factories bottled locally. Now there's only Cola, Cola, Cola, anywhere in the world.
Dandelion dancetheater is a post-modern dance – theater company based in the San Francisco Bay Area under the direction of Kimiko and Eric Guthrie-Kupers that collides raw, emotionally-driven, athletic and lyrical movement
with theatrical scenes and gesture to explore the essence of what it is to be alive.
Dandelions make a fine wine, and dandelion greens make a fine wilted salad. But best of all, dandelion flowers dot a field with a cheeriness that can't be replicated anywhere.
The dandelion, more than any other flower, is the flower of childhood – whether one rubs his nose yellow in its pollen, blows its seeds onto the breeze or has to eat the damn greens with mustard sauce.
Most times, I think of weeding a yard. I can imagine those stupid garden tools, and my jeans being torn at the knees.
Some times, I think of blowing the dandelion seeds in peoples' faces.
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