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A Dozen Roses

A Dozen Roses

I will save a dozen roses,
For the love I do not have,
For some years I'll hold a kerchief,
For the tears when I am sad.

And I'll save a precious letter,
For the one that's yet to come,
But they'll never see me coming,
Man is blind when they are young.

So, I'll walk along this shoreline,
As the village trails the hearse,
And I'll save a dozen roses,
To present them to you first.

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Angel

Beautifully written angel 

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Tina

Oh I absolutely adore this poem. The thoughts and ideas this conjures up is wonderful and the way it flows and rhymes is simply beautiful x

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