From one dandelion blew a thousand wishes - too many to place limited hopes and dreams upon.
They danced through space in chaotic pinswheels of untapped potential.
One lighted upon a nose...before....aitchoo .....off it flew, tumbling into the adventurous unknown.
So every wish that is sighed, under cloudy skies, when the wind propells the dandelion seeds through, may catch the spare magic and may come true, the wind, it whispers,
"make a wish," it says, " wish on me."
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