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Chelsea RoseI miss your chatter Chelsea Rose, Your lovely laugh, Your turned up nose! I miss your jokes. Your tangled hair, Your eyes of blue, Your skin so fair! I miss your songs, Your scattered toys, Your cheeky grin, Your endless noise! I miss your tears, Your pouts and screams, My Chelsea Rose, My unborn dream! Joy Weare. 25th November, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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