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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The Rose

**Wrote this one with my younger sister**
This is April 7th poem

The rose, it stands alone
like nightwatchman,
flushed with insecurity;

The rose has nothing but
the petals it wears
like a crown of despair;

In the beauty of despair
the rose waits for lovers fingers
to pluck it for another.

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