A red rose...
Is she a red a rose or a girl,
What is she,
Say you,
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Only one thing that forgot I to say,
Julie, I love you, Julie, I love you,
Only one thing that forgot I to say,
Julie, I love you, Julie, I love you.
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Drunkard...
What have you made of you yourself
Taking wine?
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Drunkard, drink you to full,
Empty the bottle and fall flat
As hear you not anyone,
But sell you not your wife,
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Under the open skies,
With the moon shining over,
The stars twinkling up above,
I had been,
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Snail-Pace Street which appeared in 2000
Begins with the poem,
Now Is The Time To Grow Roses,
Followed by
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How much do I like you,
How do I love you,
Your golden-rimmed glasses
And the French-cut beards,
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Syrian refugees, if this can be
Your destiny,
The unchartered route of yours
Then what to say to you,
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Poetry is as per the old dictum
Rhythm and lyricaity,
Musical thought and expression,
One which can be sung
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