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Feb 2019
As the weather cools
Nature begins to sleep
Plants lose their flowers
Trees bare their leaves

The circle of life is continuous
All life is precious
As the flower's stem appear to be bare
One cannot ignore the small sign of life

Through this bitter cold life found a way
For a single red rose is beginning to bud
As time flows the bud begins to flower
Although all around has withered and died

The single rose has found it's way
Through the elements it's carved it own life
For regardless of the conditions
Like the Rose, we control our destinies
Mr Uncanny
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Mr Uncanny  34/M/San Diego, CA
(34/M/San Diego, CA)   
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   Rose, Fawn and Shiv Pratap Pal
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