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Oct 2015
Beautiful as a summers rose.
Poisonous as poison ivy.
Her love like a never ending summers night.
She loves you when you need it.
She loves you when you don't.
Yet I could not keep my summer rose.
Fore she has left with the summer.
Wilted away.
Will she return in the spring.
My heart can only hope.
Summer rose let spring bring you back to me.
Thomas Esparza
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Thomas Esparza  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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