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Feb 8
Have I yet to find the rose
That lay me here to weep
Have I yet to shake the blows
That life hath let me reap

For where art the bolt that struck my soul
And buried thy hopes and dreams
Furthermore how canst I forget
The agony that hath reached umpteenโ€™s

Therefore my rose, I bid you farewell
I beg thee, find another
if asked, my dear, I shall not tell
That all this time, Ive mourned you every hour

Infinities past, death waltzโ€™s by
Close to you, my still beating heart lie
B Bonnete
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B Bonnete  19/Houston
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