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Jul 2013
The petals opened wide
I slid inside
and tasted honeydew.
Few if any have felt this delight
of a rose opening up
in the dead of night.
Her scent
lent me wings,
things are not the same
I now know the name
of the rose.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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