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The Red RoseThe Red Rose My mother is like a red rose, She grows more beautiful in the rain. My mother is like an angel, with God's light shining in her flame, A mother's touch is the closest touch to Heaven above, God looked at me and smiled, When I was a child, For He knew He chose a red rose, For me to love. Love always to my Mother, Estelle Puckett The Red Rose Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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