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Lady Rose
She was a rose not yet in bloom
within the shadows a delicate flower
golden feathers woven through her loom
from her place within the garden tower
Ghostly white she dances neath the moon
a nightingale provides sweetly the tune
smile ripens upon her rose bud lips
only of nectar she takes slow sips
2:56 PM - 2/8/2008 -
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