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Tressie Ours Poems
See yesterdays rose its faded away That beautiful rose wasn't put here to stay The rose can be pink, yellow or red The petals will drop because they are dead.
Stop, don't play in the devils yard It's not like a game behind the barn You give him an inch and he'll take a yard Yards turn to miles and he'll only smile.
Let us make man in our own image My Kingdom is without spot or blemish They molded and made man out of dirt and sand But when temptation came he couldn't stand.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
See yesterdays rose its faded away
That beautiful rose wasn't put here to stay
The rose can be pink, yellow or red
The petals will drop because they are dead.
The petals will fall to the ground so slow
And be caught up in the wind as it blows
Age doesn't supress or change the odor they had
The savor was never, never bad
It was such a sweet, sweet smelling scent
Are you, like yesterday rose as your life is spent?
Will you leave behind a lasting scent.
Or should you this day humbly repent?
And be remembered long after you leave
As a sweet ...