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Sep 2014
Lest not we speak of roses,
or of their reddish hue.
Strike the common violets,
arbitrarily called blue.

Intermixed with a dreadful metaphor,
whose folly is to woo.
Let faith and life be the guide
of whether love be true.
Christopher
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