Frances Anne Doogan Poems

O lady they write about roses in song, in poetry, music and art
But there's one fragrant rose that they know not about
The rose who is queen of my heart
Innocent and untouched you were chosen by God
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What did our father, who up in heaven, give us this day as our food?
He made the genetic the genes of earth's clay and saw that it was very good.
Its crystalline form, he saw at a glance, could become a fine sparkling gem
If fed nutrients, purest air and liquid to develop and grow into men (and women).
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