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A Dead Rose

It was not a happy rose, for it never got to pose. It died too soon, It was as beautiful as the moon. Why did it have to die It's like a bird that could not fly, With it's broken wing, It died in spring. With its beautiful features I would treat it as a creature. I don't know what I'd done If all roses were gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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