Blurry Roses looking down,
Always seems that you have a great big frown.
Summer's gone-----Winter's here,
But you have nothing to fear.
You were beautiful then,
But even more now.
And yet, petals like velvet,
And drooping your final bow.
So you're in my house,
Looking so Sad.
But I will always treasure you,
So don't feel Bad.
~9/29/94
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