Poem -
West Wing
In the west wing there sat
A table
With intricate design
A work of craftsmanship
Overshadowed
By the beauty that stood upon it
In a glass case
There stood a beautiful red rose
With green stem and thorns
For years the rose stood
And each year, a petal fell
To decide one's fate
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