uploaded Dec. 10, 2012.
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Poetry by
Jc. 2012
Within the folds
I'd like to keep a Red Rose
and smell it when I feel blue
But everything has it's own journey
And perishes along the way
Some would consider Gods humor crule
He planned for that too-
Restoring hope in little things called "Seed"
With water & shine journeys continue
Sharing its hightish worth of color
over the years I drawn conclusions
That God has consistantly loved
I am assured-when I smell-
The folds of a Red Rose
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