The Name Of The Rose - Poem by Douglas Scotney
A rose arose from the finest root
and bore a little flower
in the middle of the night and winter.
'What chance is that? ' was asked,
and as all had had a look in Isaiah,
everyone was sure,
her name had to be Maria the Pure.
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See 'The Finest Rose'
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