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Jun 20, 2010
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The Gift
So many songs have been said regarding roses
I fear yet another may appear too cliché.
But the flower I write of was gifted to me
from a loved one who is a long long way away.
Surging, bulging auspiciously
downy soft and rosy-gold radiant
held high on a long emerald leaf-laden stem
stretching toward me in welcome
numerous petals of blood dark blue-red
growing, reaching, in front of my door
barring me.
I had forgotten it was Fathers’ Day.
— judyanne, Jun 20, 2010
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judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
fathers'day down under is in september
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Lovely Judy
panaella
16 years 1 month ago
gosh...just lovely phrasing Judy
shirley harrison
16 years 1 month ago
me too!
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Lovely fathers day Poem Judd
Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Judy
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
thanks everyone
DawningDaytripper
16 years 1 month ago
That was GREAT! I loved your
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
hi julie
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