This rose was not trampled,
nor was it crushed, dropped, forgotten.
It has not lain here in abuse,
nor was it thrown here by force.
This rose has never been stepped on,
nor has any rough hand ever touched it.
Nay, this rose was ever so knowingly,
lovingly, and ever so gently
pulled apart.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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