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Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Rose

he has my rose and he dosent know it.
she blooms with such beauty
her peddles are perfect.
when the sun hits just rite
its is an amazing sight.
her beauty will allways amaze me
but if his wind hits to hard
and my rose becomes scared
death will not save him from me.
steven johnson
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