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I picked some perfect roses
From my garden, grand
Velvet are the petals
As I touched them with my hand

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And within the glory of these roses
They held my fascination
My eyes were opened as I saw
The beauty of creation



Kept fresh, they were, through the night
Sprinkled lightly with morn's early dew
I cannot keep them for myself
My Friend, I'll give them to you

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Here are the roses, that I picked
Perfect in every way
And that reminds me of our friendship
We share, each and everyday

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Original Poem © 1/02/2005 - Revised 6/06/2023
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