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In the garden, grew red roses These were mother's favourite A beautiful sight to view With a little drop of dew, Sparkling in the morning light Showing beauty was their right. Although the bush was loaded Mother would bring in only one She felt their beauty was best Shown to the rest The ones that passed our way So in the garden, the roses would stay. I'll always have a red rose growing For Mother loved them best A symbol of my love And hopefully from above Mother will come to see Lovingly smile on me. Lyn 2002© |
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