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THORNS Saw a flower on a dung heap , Rose _ petal delicate , graceful like a queen Swinging proudly on a barbed wire fence Among her rough slum- dwelling friends , Suddenly , shockingly , shedding all grace She spat such vituperative fire At her enemy - friend That it dispelled all my fears She had thorns , Her tools for survival .

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Date: 2/24/2016 9:24:00 PM
thanks Lynda and Skat
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Date: 2/21/2016 10:39:00 AM
Noman, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 12/28/2015 3:17:00 AM
I've never seen a format like this Norma, it makes the read very interesting. I love the Graceful Rose standing like a queen. ha... thanks goodness for the thorns... love it. SKAT
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