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Rich Rose

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Marooned alone in its red

The red rose, rose up from the dead

Cut below its neck and head

Plucked and stuck in fake dirt beds

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The cut gleaming in intricate glass

From lower gardens without a vase

Delivered from the poor to first class

Waiting behind doors for open mass

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Can richer Gods buy richer suns?

Will those with power ever be done?

Eyes burrow down into their green

Blinding them to a stolen dream

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Utopia is a piece of mind

Sent way down into the lower spine

Not knowing the taste of exquisite wine

But heavens reward is a challis divine

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Let them spend our fun today

And enter eternity to waste away

A rose bud with a thorny prick

A rich lived rose never picked

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Dear wicked, thank you for your comment. More importantly I wanted to say to you that I hope most sincerley that the sun once again rose up into your skies today, and that you have allowed old storms to pass with the day it came and left. Each...

Dear wicked, thank you for your comment. More importantly I wanted to say to you that I hope most sincerley that the sun once again rose up into your skies today, and that you have allowed old storms to pass with the day it came and left. Each day brings us a brand new start to life.

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Dear Vangoman, I read your comment the other night at work and was brought to tears... to think that I am so transparent in my writing is no shock, but to know that I have friends who can see the storm around me... and who offer me the hope of...

Dear Vangoman, I read your comment the other night at work and was brought to tears... to think that I am so transparent in my writing is no shock, but to know that I have friends who can see the storm around me... and who offer me the hope of golden rays and better days... I am very blessed. Thank-you for your words of wisdom, they mean very much to me. There is a spot here... right behind my house that seems to produce rainbows everyday, right out of the concrete! It is truly a sight to behold! The rain may come, and I'm sure that it won't always be in the big, fat, warm drops that I love, but the sunshine can turn even the ugliest rain into these gorgeous, colorful wonders... and I for now I am content knowing that I can witness these miracles. I can be a part of them. I am. So yes my friend the sun has come out for me And I don't intend to hide from it again any time soon

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