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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 3, 2008 21:35:44 GMT -5
A Lonely Rose A lonely rose wilted, forgotten, forlorn A gown of white satin did adorn Now on the ground lying Trampled on and dying
Ruby red in it's prime In the background a chime A celebration comes to mind Now all that is left behind
A dead rose kicked aside Not even it's leaves abide But with thorns sharp and strong To pierce the one who did it wrong
Bare feet come down the path Suddenly feels the rose's wrath Red blood stains in a healthy squirt Even in death a rose can hurt
Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)
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