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A rose is such a contrary thing So beautiful, but what a sting A fragrance to really enjoy, A sign of love to employ. A red rose is love, Blessed from above, White for purity, intertwined Including body, soul, and mind. Enjoy your rose, will you may, For soon they shall fade away And time is always flying Too soon, they will be dying. But just as time began The rose will come again, Marvel at the beauty, you will Their glory is never still. Lyn August 12, 2002 © |
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