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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A rose to remember.

A rose sprouted
In this barren land
And though left unwatered
It blooms
Though left uncared for
It's still as beautiful as ever
And even though so many
Have tried to pluck it out
With every effort
It's roots grow stronger
And even though it will die
Soon enough
The fragrance gives the world
A rose to remember,
Even through it's thorns.

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