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The Rose
The flowers unfold
as I pick the rose
walking in the park
way after dark
with my boyfriend.
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I lift the rose
as i climb the fence
wondering what the passer-by thinks
of me and my boyfriend.
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he lends me a hand
as he stands on the pavement
smiling with his eyes
this handsome man,
my boyfriend.
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the passer-by stops
as i be...
Tuesday 19th January 2010 9:21 am
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