Cameo Rose

Hazy morning smog was still hovering over the Los Angeles valley on a June afternoon
Two trains sat idle above a yellow bridge
It's a good time to leave
Take your place in the sun Cameo Rose

Clusters of orange rose bushes were clinging to the sides of the building you died in
Vivid for the eyes to see
Yet, oh so soft to the touch
I could not have picked any better than you
It's a good time to leave
Take your place in the sun Cameo Rose

Orange rose petals fell
One stuck on a thorn
Two trains above the yellow bridge left,
and you were gone.
It's a good time to leave
Take your place in the sun Cameo Rose.**

To the passing of my unselfish 18 year old cat, Mr.Cameo Rose, June 21, 2010. ("Cami") He is missed and appreciated by all who had the blessing of being in his loving presence. We miss u "Cami"!! MY HEART WILL ALWAYS KNOW WHERE HIS LITTLE PAWS GO......GEISHA

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