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A RoseA rose once stood Sweet and full, Fresh and new, So beautiful. The rose was plucked One sunny day, Arranged in vase In full array. A pretty lady Sat and viewed Her special rose, So fresh and new. She breathed it strong And smiled with joy And felt the love Of her sweet boy! Joy Weare 1st August, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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