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Feb 2014
Its cheeks on fire
Cooling in the mist
a Rose Bush blushes
A sight not to be missed.
When I was small,
a small. sweet girl
I made a sweet perfume
from the petals that curl.
Now trapped in the mad hustle
always in a rush
I smile at the space
where I kept this sweet bush.
Written by
cheryl love
874
   martin and Sally A Bayan
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