'I have a rose garden'; she said.
The petals opened as I gazed.
'There are no thorns at all,
'It's a mystery, come in and see' she whispered,
as I lingered at her gate,
but at her invitation
The petals opened as I gazed.
'There are no thorns at all,
'It's a mystery, come in and see' she whispered,
as I lingered at her gate,
but at her invitation
I entered without wait.
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Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche
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