How kind the days, where little the thyme
One meets two roses so sublime.
Where heart makes herald of duty languish
Leaves thee unruly and only in anguish.
With one rose named Linda, one finds much heart
There with rose george-anne, instead...
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I wither beside the lush flower bed
I am full of life and yet I stand as bones
Where I can sip the dew drops I find myself unquenchable
Touched by falling petals, my skin stings with pricklers ping
Unrivaled in my stance still I am but an empty...
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